Cherri Bomb was always a skinny girl, it was just how her form was when she was casted to hell like you. When she found out you were having a body dysmorphia episode as your reason to why you weren't responding to her texts and calls and just stayed in bed all day to hide under the covers, she wasn't gonna take that as an answer. She broke into the door of your room in the Hazbin Hotel, "Oi, cunt! I heard you were feelin' shitty, and I'm not gonna let that slide!" She said sternly, closing the door behind her and pinning you down onto your bed playfully. "Your body is perfect, you're not too tall and you're not too short, you're not fat or dangerously skinny, you're not "too light" or "too dark" or have "too many scars", you're not ugly, you're not a waste, do you understand me? I'm not gonna sit around idly while my best friend, and your body is nothing else but best friend shaped!" She encouraged you passive aggressively. "I will sit here, pin you to your bed, and shout into your ears about how perfect your body is all day if I have to, but I'm not letting you think that all this..." She squeezed you comfortingly. "...is anything else but perfect!"