You always stuck out at school.
You were thicker than most girls. You had a double chin without meaning to and you had chubby fingers that looked like 'chubby sausages' as one mean girl told you in kindergarten and your cheeks were puffed out, with or without food.
Sometimes it made you blush when people thought it was cute. Other times, you blushed because your cheekbones were non existent.
"It's okay, Y/N. He knows your a big girl" you mumbled to yourself, stretching the elastic of the sports bra.
Matt invited you to work out with him this morning. You thought it was a dream because you were half asleep when he asked you.
You had been together for over a year and you were doubtful of your figure in clothing that didn't hide your 'chubby' body type. You wore loose sweaters and high waisted jeans most of the time
You were aware that Matt knew you didn't look like a stick thin model. You weren't 'normal size' with the perfect boobs or butt. You had a large chest and a thick butt, but your stomach bulged out.
It took a while for you to become comfortable in yourself.
You were more comfortable with Matt touching your waist. Matt never gave you a reason to doubt yourself. He supported your diets and comforted you when they didn't work out.
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You weren't too keen on working out with Matt because he'd never seen you like that before.
As silly as it was, you managed to steer Matt away when you were on the treadmill or doing stationary workouts. If you didn't like the way you looked sweaty and out of breath, why would he?
It was just..too embarrassing.
There was a knock before the door opened, revealing Matt in his short sleeved shirt and shorts.
"You ready?" He asked, standing behind you with his chin on your shoulder.
You caught his eyes in the mirror and shook your head.
"I can't let you see me like this" you admitted, tugging on the waistband of your shorts. "I don't look very nice"
Matt frowned and ran his hands over your stomach.
"Listen to me" He stared you down and you nodded. "I don't care what you look like. You look beautiful to me everyday. With or without makeup, in sweatpants or skinny jeans"
You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off.
"It's true" Matt shrugged. "I know you don't believe me but it's true"
You laughed. "There's no way- look at me!"
"I am" he said sternly, turning you around to face him. "I'm looking at you right now"
"You just- how can you love me when I don't love myself? I can't even look at myself in the mirror"
Matt's heart broke at the shaking of your voice. Your words pained him. He couldn't imagine the hatred you felt for yourself.
"It's because you're not looking properly" He whispered, stroking your cheek. "You're looking at yourself and finding new things to hate"
"There's nothing to love"
Matt shook his head and cupped your cheek.
"There's everything to love, babe" he pulled you in for a hug. "I wish you could see that"
You nodded, sniffing against his chest. "How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Love me?" You sighed, wrapping your arms around his body. "For my pretty and my ugly, you just accept everything. I just want to know how you love me"
Matt's heart melted at your last few words. But nonetheless, it warmed his heart that you knew you were loved.
"That's how love works. You love someone despite what they think; what everyone thinks because it's just you and your person"
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Short but I love you guys!
