The day hadn't been good for you whatsoever, from the second you woke up, there'd been so many things about yourself that bugged you. Eventually you'd got stuck in a cycle of staring at yourself in the mirror, until you felt satisfied, and then finding something knew to pick yourself apart over.

Eventually your boyfriend had picked up upon this, and now the two of you were sat, curled together, on your bed. He'd coveted all the mirrors in the room with whatever he had quickly found, and he wasn't going to let you leave to find another.

"You know, my dove, I think you're beautiful inside and out. And of course, I have no reason to lie, hmmm?"

He took your face in his hands, ensuring that you weren't able to break eye contact with him

"what you think, or feel about yourself., it isn't the truth. Everything about you is whom I love, and that will never change"