You were currently getting ready to go out with Law for the evening. It was a casual thing– he’d offered to go out for just sushi and then have a nice walk in the nearby park.

As you got ready, though, you couldn’t help but stare at yourself in the mirror. You just… didn’t look right.

You weren’t fat, but you were… soft. Especially in your tummy. Your teeth were crooked, too. You remember, briefly, as your eyes trace your features, how growing up kids had made fun of you for it.

Your lips were chapped. You bit your nails and picked the skin of your hands and face.

Simply put, you felt…

Ugly.