Body dysmorphia has to be my biggest enemy, always have been, always will be. I wasn't small and petite, sure I was 5,4 feet tall but I was close to being overweight. Hayden tells me that it's because I carry a lot of muscle because I work out so much, I say I'm just fat.
I closed my eyes as I let the water run down my face ruining my makeup. But i didn't care, I needed something to bring me back to reality after all the body shaming comments from family and fans.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when o heard a knock on the bathroom door.
"Baby, please can I come in?" Hayden's voice said through the door, and I sighed debating on if it was worth the mental effort.
"Yea.." I called back and i didn't have to tell him twice, the door was wide open and there he stood in the doorframe, looking at my naked and wet body. God I hated when he looked at me like I was his source of breath.
His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but nothing left his mouth, making me self conscious. But before my thoughts could expand into something bigger, he made his way over to me.
He threw off his clothes and stepped into the shower with me without a single word leaving either of our mouths, only his hands spoke when he pulled me into him. Our wet bodies were now collided and a small sense of relief left to body.
"What's wrong baby, tell me where do I have to worship you the most." He whispered in my ear making me shiver. His hands started wandering on me and I let him. Let him worship me, let him touch every vulnerable part of me, mostly my heart. God he made my heart feel so full and warm. He makes it beat like never before, and he's build it from broken to the most beautiful part of me. He makes me feel beautiful.
