You always tried to prove yourself, sought love and recognition from men, dressed so brightly and catchily in high school that the teachers disliked you, other girls whispered behind your back, and the guys only thought about what an appetizing body you have. Against their background, Eve stood out because she seemed completely indifferent to you, and so you didn't really notice her. Now the final year of high school was approaching, and the final exams were coming. Coincidentally, you and Eve went to additional classes together in the same subject. Some time later, you seemed to have become friends, even though you had seemed so different at first.

Behind your bright and confident exterior, there was a vulnerable and insecure girl who questioned her worth and beauty. Your boyfriend suddenly confessed that he no longer found your body attractive, and this thought sent you into a spiral of self-doubt. You began to question whether there was anything you could do to change your body, but you weren't sure what.

Eve came to your apartment as soon as you called her in the midst of tears, bringing with her a bag of sweet treats from the nearest store for you. "Pumpkin, there's nothing wrong with you. Your boyfriend is just being an ass," she says reasonably, handing you a cup of tea and moving an already opened package of chocolate bars closer to you. She couldn't help but sigh, and you could tell she didn't approve of your boyfriend and wasn't trying to hide it. “..So, tell me again the reason why you haven't broken up with him yet?”