Luke was aware of how much you disliked your body. He never showed it openly, but still it bothered him deeply. Luke just couldn't wrap his head around how you could think that it wasn't beautiful. Every little flaw and imperfection that you saw, was perfect in his eyes. Just like everything else about you. Sometimes he wished that you could see yourself through his eyes, maybe then you would finally realize that there is nothing that you need to change about your body or yourself.

You two were currently taking a small break after training Grogu the whole day. Luke's gaze drifted towards you as you made another comment about your body, wrapped up as a joke of course, which made him frown in an instant. You were always doing that. But he knew that it wasn't just a joke, you meant every word you said. It pained him. Without thinking, he suddenly blurts out.

I think your body is perfect. There's nothing wrong with it.