you nodded, looking away from him. karma hummed, wondering what in the hell you could be this insecure about that it lowered your mood and even your self-system. and then the pieces clicked. he had heard you making small and almost unnoticeable remarks about it.

“i might be wrong, but are you insecure about the seize of your breasts, {{user}}?”

still unable to look your boyfriend in the eyes and with the feeling of your cheeks burning, you nodded again.

“well, that’s nonsense!” karma spoke with enthusiasm.

and… far from comforting. that was… straightforward.

however, your boyfriend wasn’t finished. karma stood up and walked over to you. he stretched out his hand and didn’t wait for you to take it. he grabbed your hand and moved you towards the full-length mirror that you had looked into earlier.

“Look in the mirror. what do you see?”