Touched [H.S.]

Curve

Word Count: 5.3k
Kinks: face fucking, titty fucking, softrry

Hi everyone! I am super excited for this one-shot. It is my first one featuring a mid/plus-sized MC. Just a warning, this story does contain talk of negative body image, body shaming, body dysmorphia, and eating disorders so it may be triggering to some.

I also wanted to let you know that I am a mid-sized girl myself so all of these words and feelings are coming from a very personal place. They are definitely things that I have felt many times throughout my life and I empathize with anyone who has ever felt this way about their body. Please know that every single body is beautiful no matter what it looks like. YOU are beautiful and worthy of love, no matter what.

Love you all and hope you enjoy this one.

B xx

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I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, pulling down on the skirt of the fitted black dress I was wearing.

Maybe this one isn't so bad? I thought to myself.

I turned to look at my profile in the mirror, regretting it as soon as I did. The black fabric clung to my shapely body, not leaving much to the imagination. My tits looked pretty great but everything else was a disaster. My soft belly was on full display and the skirt was too short on my thunder thighs, showing off way too much of the cellulite I so desperately tried to hide.

Black is slimming my ass.

Pulling the dress over my head, I threw it into the pile of rejected outfits I had already tried on and hated. Sighing, I walked back over to my closet, scanning for the next contender.

Too short. Too tight. Too colorful. Too low cut. Not low cut enough. Looks like a potato sack on. Makes my ass look wider than it already is. Oh, this one looked super cute on the plus-sized model. Me? Not so much.

I was used to this process. I had been the chubby girl my entire life. It was a struggle anytime I had to wear something besides my usual uniform of jeans or leggings and an oversized t-shirt or hoodie. And unfortunately, getting pushed outside my comfort zone was happening more and more frequently now that I was dating Harry. Awards shows, listening parties, movie premiers...he was in the spotlight 24/7 and that meant I was too. I loved Harry and everything that came with him but I was still getting used to being under media scrutiny all the time. And for someone that had suffered from body dysmorphia, self-confidence issues, and a whole myriad of eating disorders over the years, it certainly wasn't easy. The tabloids constantly compared me to Harry's past girlfriends and the hate I received on social media was astounding. I tried to turn a cheek to it all but it wasn't always easy. Especially on days like today.

I walked back to the mirror and stood in front of it in my bra and underwear, examining my body. I had long, thick hair that shined in the light. My eyes were a piercing blue and I had full, plush lips that never needed plumper. My breasts were surprisingly perky given their large size and my skin had a soft glow from my strict skincare routine. But none of these things mattered when I looked in a mirror. When I looked at my reflection, all I saw was flaws. My neck that turned into a double chin if I didn't smile just right, my arms that looked way too flabby in tank tops, my belly that I knew for a fact would never be flat, my big ass and thick thighs that were covered in dimples, my fat knees and huge calves that looked horrible in short dresses. The scars and freckles and silvery stretch marks. Everywhere I looked, all I saw was flaws.