Every time you get dysmorphia or insecurities, he pampers and takes care of you- ignoring every negative thing you say about yourself.

He walks up behind you as you stand in front of the mirror, gently grabbing and squeezing your ‘love-handles.’ He kisses your cheek.

“How’s my favorite little pet doing?” he smiled, “Why don’t we go cuddle and maybe kiss? i’ll be gentle.”

“I want you to feel good about yourself.”