Me And My Girlfriend.

21.

Another update! Hopefully you like because I tried..Thats all ima say right now. Lol! This chapter might be long.. Or not.
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Aaliyah,

I sighed in frustration looking into the full length mirror at the black lace-top stocking and bra set to match. I wasn't no where near comfortable with what I was wearing and my body; I had no figure, curves, or anything. I was basically all skin and bones and that frustrated me a bit. Although men liked their women in many ways, I was afraid Pac didn't like me since I wasn't a bag of chips of what his other broads were.

Call me crazy, but maybe I am just worrying myself to much about nothing. But my mind always found a way to turn nothing into something, and I just didn't get that.

Lisa and I were on a pampering spree out and about at the mall spending money on stuff for ourselves after we each payed our home bills once and for all, and we were having girls day out. We were both currently in Victoria's Secret while I tried on outfits for something special I had in store for Tupac on his birthday. Something I've been planning for a long time, and Lisa has been there to help and teach me things I needed help with.

"Aaliyah," Lisa knocked on the dressing room door. "You done yet? You been in there for minutes."

That was indeed true, I was just staring in the mirror looking at all my flaws, criticizing the way I looked because I was worried about nothing.

Opening the door slightly, peeking my head out of the dressing room, I looked at Lisa as she held a snobby look and her arms crossed. Fully opening the door towards she can see me, once she did, she squealed clapping her hands like a big kid.

"You looking good mami!" She snapped her fingers. "Do a spin for me."

I awkwardly turned around slowly in a full circle giving her the full look of the outfit with a short smile forming on my lips. After I stopped, I made a face with a sigh and Lisa looked at me and sighed too.

"What now?" She sat down in the chair by the door.

"It just doesn't feel right on my body. I'm too skinny and it just isn't me. If I was thicker than it'd look better. But as of right now, it is a no for me." I attempted to explain.

She sighed again. "Why are you always downing yourself about your figure? You are beyond gorgeous and don't need a figure to prove that you could be sexy."

"But, Pac prefers his woman with meat on their bones. I mean, I'm guessing since he's been with alot of thick women, that he likes them more. " I told her.

"Let me break this down to you babygirl." She started. "Just because Pac has been with a lot of thick women in the past, doesn't mean he only prefers thick women. Half of those women he messed with are strippers and whores anyway. That worked hard for their bodies and paid a lot of money for it, so what you are seeing probably ain't even natural. They were skinny too, once upon a time. But what I guess I'm trying to explain to you is that you need to stop downing yourself on stupid things like how your body looks, because in the end. A man shouldn't just be with you and love you for the way you look, but for what you have to give to him which is your love, affection, mind and everything else that goes in a relationship. So just stop. And love yourself. Because you're perfect to me."

I wiped my eyes. "I needed to hear that."

"Give me a hug." She demanded with smile.

I hugged her and she pointed her finger at me like an parent scolding their children.