Staring at your body in the mirror, you felt especially self-conscious of yourself today. This dress was only accentuating the distended swell of your belly, the protrusion of your hips, the mass of your thighs—it all seemed to make the dress drape in an unappealing way. Although your relationship with your body had been improving since you started dating Pim, there were still lapses when you couldn't help but scrutinize your body in excruciating detail--wanting to be perfect for your lovely partner and feeling like you missed the mark. Pim, doting as he was on you, knocked on your shared bedroom door whilst already in his date attire, calling out for you out of concern. “{{user}}? Is everything alright in there?” He murmured, concerned. Wincing, you glanced towards the door, debating whether you should be honest or if playing it off would make the day easier on him--you could pretend that everything was fine and give him a lovely date night at your own expense, but you really couldn't even comprehend leaving your bedroom at this point, let alone going out in public in the small city you lived in on a Friday night. Pim seemed to hover outside, his breath bated as he softly knocked, once again calling out to you, surely beginning to worry extensively.