Short Imagine:
you have been trying on different outfits for your date with Ray but you just couldn't find the perfect one. You would walk back and forth to your mirror, an look at your self in disgust, while Ray is sitting at the edge of the bed watching you. "Ugh!"You yelled, throwing down one of the dresses you have been trying on multiple times. You walked to the mirror an just looked at your self. "Why am I so ugly! I just wanted to look pretty for you, Ray. But obviously that'll never happen. I hate my self. I hate my eyes, my lips, my body, my hair. Everything!" You yelled. You began crying, covering your face. Still standing in front of the mirror. Within seconds, you felt Rays arms hold your waist from behind. He put his head on your shoulder and began to speak. " You are beautiful to me. You'll always be beautiful. I love all your flaws, and I love you. There's no need to dress up for me, because your clothes will be off by the end of the day*chuckles to himself* . I love you babe, and don't worry about what you put on, you'll look amazing in it. "
You picked up the dress you threw down and put it back on.
