you were standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom as you cried to yourself. Silently discriminating your body after just giving birth less than two weeks ago to your precious son. Staring at your wide hips, and not so flat stomach. The stretch marks and added fat after giving birth were all things you were crying about. Feeling nothing close to confident and beautiful.

while you slowly ran your hands over your breasts, lifing them only for them to fall again you cried a little harder. Your husband walks into the room, his hair looking dirty blonde in the dimly lit room. He locks eyes with you; evidently surprised to see you here crying so suddenly after putting your son down for sleep.

he turns on the lamp and walks to you. Lacing his arms protectively around your waist, and leaning his head on your shoulder, standing behind you as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Standing there in just a sports bra and some tight leggings.

"...Darling," he said softly as he rubbed his hands up and down your sides, "whatever seems to have your in tears?" he asked in a sweet and caring voice. His live for you was evident and unconditional.