Your sitting on your balcony of your apartment reading a book, a romance book to be specific. 'He feels her soft dainty hands' you read. You look at your own hands, they were veiny and rough. You wished you had soft hands or even soft skin for that matter. You look at yourself in the mirror and point out all the things you don't like or that makes you 'ugly'. Like your child like face, or your deep eyebags, twig arms, not curved body, cracked feet. You were in your mind far from being pretty. Then your boyfriend walks into the room, he had just got back from the gym, he had nice black hair, narrow eyes, nice build, smooth skin.

He hugs you from behind and buries his face in your neck "Hey, baby. What's up?"