I sat up against the headboard, my face buried in my knees as my body racked with sobs. My cries filling the room, luckily for me my mom was at the grocery store and my brother was down the street at Jared's playing video games. I stood and walked over to my full body mirror shaking my head at myself. I grabbed the red marker off the dresser, adding two new words. "Diseased, whore."I read aloud. I threw the marker and screamed,"You fat disgusting whore, you will never be as pretty as Lydia or Allison and your small brain can't accept that fact."With each word I pressed harder at the mirror, it was a miracle I hadn't broken the damn thing already. I lift my shirt and I pinch at the fat, "You deserve to die. You're worthless. You're a bitch, the only reason you have friends is because they pity you." "Hey, don't say that." My head sharply turned toward the source of the noise, to find my best friend, Stiles. "Oh my god, Stiles how long have you been there?" My mouth hung wide open, my eyes wide, tears falling freely down my face. Great the last thing I needed was Stiles knowing about my small insecurity. "Long enough to know this is not how a girl so beautiful should feel about herself."Stiles walked further into my room and stood behind me, his hands gently grabbing my hips. "Stiles what are you doing?" I question and he reached out wiping off the mirror. "I want you to see how gorgeous you are. To me you are so much more beautiful than Allison or Lydia could ever be." I rolled my eyes at his words, "Even if that were true, I'm still fat." I frowned but Stiles shook his head, "See that's where you're wrong, you're not fat, you've just got an ass, something a man can grab while he pleasures you." Stiles says lowly looking into my eyes through the mirror.I blushed at his words, "Stiles, you can't talk like that you're my best friend." I gushed and he smirked. "Maybe I want to be that man." This time my mouth hung open from surprise. "Really, Stiles do you want to be with someone like me, someone so small and insecure?" Stiles smiled and turned me toward him. "I want to help you better yourself, I want you to realize how beautiful you are." I smiled wiping away tears of happiness. "Stiles?" I whispered grabbing his face. "Yes?" "I love you." I pressed my lips to his, his arms wrapping around my body, engulfing me into his comforting and warning embrace. Stiles pulled away and smiled. "I love you to, beautiful." Stiles always knew how to cheer me up in the most peculiar ways.
