Reneé Rapp Imagines (gxg)

insecurities (requested)

You set your phone down on the nightstand through the blur of your tears.

You sniffled and wiped the tears from your cheeks as you stood up and went to stand in front of the mirror, gazing at your reflection with sadness and disgust.

It was supposed to be a good day today.

Your girlfriend is home all day for the first time in so long.

She had only left your side to go and search through the cabinets to see what you could share for breakfast and to occupy yourself, you opened up Instagram and shared a few pictures.

They were all from the last week or so, a couple of them with Reneé's arms around you and her lips on yours.

Others were just things such as a couple of delicious meals you recently ate while a couple were of you; one from the beach date you went on with Reneé, taken by her.

The other is a selfie of a cute outfit you bought and loved that showed your body off slightly.

You felt good about them, hence why you decided to share them.

But the comments weren't as kind as you thought they would be.

People were mean, commenting on your body and picking on you for all the things you're insecure about.

You like to think you have thick skin and that you're not bothered much by what people say.

But this made you think otherwise because you feel extremely insecure and very bad about yourself.

You hung your head as you struggled to even look at your reflection as you lifted your girlfriend's shirt that you had on.

Another tear fell down your cheek just as she entered the room.

"How about we just go out for breakfast?" She suggested with a bright smile.

But her smile fell upon seeing the tears in your eyes as you looked at her.

"Baby? What's the matter?"

"Nothing." You sniffled.

"It's not nothing, you're crying. Come here, my love." She softly spoke as she came to your side and pulled you into her arms. "Tell me what's bothering you."

"I posted some pictures." You mumbled against her shoulder as you buried your face in her shirt. "People left some pretty mean comments. They were saying things about how I'm not pretty, how my body is gross, how I don't deserve you..."

You paused as she pulled away and stared at you in disbelief.

"And they just seemed to poke fun at all the things I'm most insecure about."

"Oh, baby." She sadly said.

"I don't like my body." You said before going to sit on the edge of the bed. "I posted that selfie I took and the picture from the beach because you made me feel pretty. But no one else thinks so."

"Screw those people." She said as she sat beside you and pulled you onto her lap. "They're just jealous."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes in response.

"I mean it." She said as she gently hooked her fingers beneath your chin. "Either that or their hearts are full of hate. Because there is no way that someone can think you are anything but beautiful."

"Well, a lot of people do, apparently."

"They're the ones missing out then. Because you're incredible, baby. You're beautiful inside and out and I can't imagine not having you in my life. I feel bad for those people because they're never going to get to know you and love you like I do."

You cracked a small smile over her words.

"You know what I think?"

"What?" You asked as you gazed into her eyes.

"I think you're the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid my eyes on. I think you should post anything you want because you're so fucking hot. I'll go to every single post and leave a thousand comments about how incredibly gorgeous you are, and how lucky I am, and I'll praise you and remind you that everything you're insecure about is stunning to me because, again, you're so fucking hot."

You giggled as her hands fell against your hips.

"I think that those negative comments are just easier to see over the positive ones that I know for a fact are there because I know it's not just me who thinks you are the most attractive girl in the world."

You shook your head with a smile.

"I'm being serious! I go to interviews and some of the people there tell me how lucky I am. My friends think you're beautiful. Everyone thinks you're beautiful. Some people are just too hateful or too jealous to admit it."

You put your forehead on hers with a smile.

"I'll go and tell every one of those people off if I have to, I mean it. Because you're sexy as hell, baby girl, and no one is allowed to make you feel differently, I won't let them."

You laughed as she kissed the corners of your lips.

"Don't listen to those people. They don't matter. They don't know you. I do. You're my girl and I think you're so sexy, darling. I promise, I won't ever stop telling you that." She said before putting her soft lips on yours.

You melted right away, feeling so much love pouring out from her big beautiful heart into the kisses she gave you.

"I could stare at you forever, touch you forever, kiss you forever. And every day we spend together, I will keep falling even more in love with you; every inch of you. Because you take my breath away, every damn day."

"Thank you." You smiled. "You made me feel much better."

"Yeah? Well, just to be safe," She said before she gently laid you on the bed and hovered over you. "Let me kiss you, every inch of your body, to make sure you feel just how beautiful you are to me."

You giggled as she kissed your face, smiling so happily against your skin as she did so.

She was right; those people didn't matter, not when you have her.

You're a lucky girl.

And you'll never take your beautiful girlfriend for granted.