sorry if things are spelled wrong. i don't proof read
——————————————————————————I'm over it. No matter what I put on I just look disgusting. My own body disgusts me. I genuinely don't understand how anybody could love me when I look like this.
I stare at myself in the mirror wearing the third outfit so far. Tears begin to flood my eyes and I break down crying. I hear a knock on the bathroom door and immediately wipe my tears. "Hey y/n are you almost ready to go," my boyfriend chris asks before opening the door.
"What's wrong babe," chris asks. I break down again and start sobbing in front of the mirror. "How do you even love me when I look like this? I honestly look disgusting," I say as the mascara streams down my face.
He pulls me into a hug and holds me close as I cry into him. "Why would you say that baby, you are the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I never want to be with anybody else," he says. He pulls away from the hug and wipes the tears off of my face. "My body is disgusting and I hate the way I look," I say through more tears.
"How about this, me and you are gonna stay home tonight and watch movies while we eat a bunch of junk food because your body is beautiful and nothing is going to change how I feel about you," he says. I hug him again and kiss his cheek. "I'm sorry for ruining our date," I say. He shakes his head and disagrees.
We both change into comfier clothes and go to the store. We buy everything from chips and candy to bottles of pepsi and dr pepper. When we finally get home we decide on a movie to watch and hangout on the coach. I'm so thankful for this awesome boy and I couldn't ask for anything more.
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Non-Fiction-not sexualizing at all- matt chris nick (platonic)