Ashton: Vacations were always fun...except for the part where you had to wear a bathing suit and go out in public. You didn't have the perfect 'thigh gap', when in reality—what real girl did? However, you thought your thighs were repulsive and would trade them for any other tiny little girl's thigh's. Ashton always told you how beautiful you were and not to worry about all that stupid stuff, but you couldn't help it. Anytime you would look down you would be disgusted with what you saw. "Stupid thighs. Why can't you be skinny..." You said frustrated with yourself the first morning of your vacation with Ash. You were standing in front of the bathroom mirror detangling your mess of hair when all you could stare at were your thighs and just wish they would stop being so ugly. "Your doing it again aren't you?" You heard your boyfriend say from the doorframe. Looking up, you saw him leaning against it, arms crossed across his chest. "What? No. I'm not doing anything." "Don't lie to me Y/N. I know what your thinking when you make that face. That damn face. Stop. Just stop thinking about yourself like that," He said walking over to you, "You. Are. Beautiful." He grabbed your face and kissed you in between words. "You're perfect just the way you are and I would never want you to change." A single tear trickled down your cheek and Ashton wiped it away with his thumb. "I love you Ash, thank you." "I love you too, Y/N. Now c'mon, lets go to the beach!"
Michael: You were never the skinnie-minnie in life. You had bigger boobs and a butt to match. Everytime you would see a picture of a girl with the perfect butt and the right sized boobs you would feel so self-conscious about yourself. Each time you would look in the mirror you were reminded how unhappy you were about your body. Michael, on the other hand, loved your body and you just thought it was because of your ass. You were having a terrible day, nothing could just go right. When you got home that day you laid on your bed and cried spewing things of how much you hated your body, how much you hated yourself. Tears were streaming down your face, soaking the pillow; Michael came home and heard your sobs. Sighing to himself because he absolutely hated to see you like this, so vulnerable. "Y/N babe, what's the matter?" He said, sitting on the bed beside you. "Why are you with me?" You asked, lifting your body to look at him. "What?" "You heard me Michael. Why are you with someone so repulsive as me. I'm fat and disgusting." Michael's face was concerned and hurt. He hated that you thought this little of yourself. "Y/N look where I am right now. With you. Trying to make you fell better because I hate when you act like this. I hate when you feel like your not good enough for anyone when in reality, all I see is an angel that I fall more in love with everyday." Now his hands cup your cheeks wiping away the tears that fell from your eyes. "You need to start seeing yourself like I see you."
Calum: "I need a bigger size.." You whispered to yourself while tossing he jeans to the side of the dressing room. You and Cal had decided to go shopping today to waste some time. A thousand thoughts began running through your mind: Did you really gain that much weight? Not to mention the fact that Calum would probably find you repulsive if he knew that you couldn't fit into your jeans. Hell...even you found yourself repulsive now as you look at your body in the mirror. You must have been in the dressing room for 15 minutes before Calum began knocking on the dressing room door. "Y/N are you don't yet? I want to go to Hot Topic!" He whined. Clearing your throat, you shakily came back to reality, "Uh-Yeah, yeah just um give me a second." You shooed him off in your mind, spending another 10 minutes just staring at yourself, thinking of ways to perfect your curvy body. Before you could protest, Calum came barging in the small dressing room, looking you up and down as you stood before him in your underwear. "Did you not like them?" He said motioning towards the jeans on the small chair. "They didn't fit." You whispered. "What?" "They didn't fit Calum. They did not fit on my body because I'm fat and repulsive and-" "Shush" "Excuse me?!" "Stop putting yourself down Y/N! Your curves are what make you, you. They make you special to me. Never forget that." His hands were placed on either side of your face, locking his sincere eyes with yours. "Thank you Calum. Your too good too me." "Your welcome babe, I just wished you saw yourself the way I see you, even if its in your underwear for 30 minutes in a dressing room."
Luke: "And anything for you Miss?" The waitress asked you, switching the weight from one foot to another. "Just a side salad please. Thank you." You gave her a small smile as she nodded and walked off. You returned your gaze back to Luke who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Why'd you just order a salad? Every time we come here you get the Ribs." "I'm just not in the mood for them tonight." The dinner date was a tradition every week. No matter how busy either of you were, you'd always make time for each other. Lately you've been reading a lot of magazines and such about girls with the perfect body and as you would reflect and compare the girls in those pictures to your own body, wanting so desperately to change it..to not be so curvy. When you were upset, Luke knew that you liked to keep quiet and not talk about much. Since you were so keen on losing weight, you did so slyly to make him not suspect anything. Sometimes even going to such an extent as skipping a meal to get the "perfect body." As much as you tried to be sneaky with it, Luke could read you like a book. "Has something been bothering you lately babe?" "Hmm? No. Why?" You replied trying to dispute any worry that he might of had. "You just seem...down that's all. You know you can talk to me about anything right? I want you to know that no matter what, no matter how you feel about yourself, I love you and I just want you to be happy." He reached across the table to take your hand in his. It was like he read your mind, or knew all of your sneaky little ways. You just smiled at him, realizing that Luke really did care about you, it was possible that he even knew you better than you knew yourself.
