I stand in front of the mirror, tears streaming my face.
No no no no no. NO! This is all wrong! MY STOMACH HAS TO BE FLATTER MY LEGS NEED TO BE TALLER! MY ARMS AREN'T SUPER MUSCLY! ITS ALL WRONG. THIS IS NOT WHO I WANT TO BE! I WANT TO BE THE PERSON EVERYONE TAKE A DOUBLE LOOK AT! I WANT TO BE THE PERSON THAT PEOPLE THINK "wow they are an attractive person."
BUT NO IM STUCK WITH MY SHORTER LEGS, MY WEIRD STOMACH, AND MY FLUBBER ARMS. IM STUCK WITH ALL THE FRECKLES AND MOLES ON MY SHOULDERS AND CHEST. IM STUCK WITH ALL OF THIS! WHAT DID I DESERVE TO BE THIS- THIS UGLY. THIS IS NOT WHO I WANT TO BE. THE ONLY THING PEOPLE LIKE ABOUT ME IS MY GREEN EYES. I WANT MORE THAN JUST PRETTY GREEN EYES!
The next thing I know I'm on the ground sobbing with broken mirror shards all around me.
This is not who I want to be.
That sentence haunts me. I never stop thinking about my flaws. I hate it. I hate everything about myself. The only time I ever feel loved is with Troye. When he leaves I put on my happy face and film videos, I go on my regular day with a plastered smile on my face.
This is not who I want to be.
I hear the door open so I quickly clean up the mess and run downstairs to meet Troye
IM HO- Con, baby what's wrong?
Oh I just um read a sad movie.
You read a movie?
I shake my head and try stay clam so I don't let Troye see me cry.
No con don't cry. It's okay, I'm here
Troye cooed as he dropped his music bag and walked towards me.
He wrapped his beautiful arms around me and I felt at home. How am I this lucky to have such a beautiful boyfriend like Troye.
This is not who I want to be. I barley whisper so he can't hear me
Connor I heard that. Why don't you want to be who you are right now?
Troye just look at me. I- I have stubby legs, I have a weird stomach, I don't have muscly arms, I have all these- these ugly parts!
no no no no no no no no Con. You have perfect legs, your stomach is one of the cutest things I've seen! I wouldn't want a boyfriend with those "rock solid" arms.... AHH AND THE LITTLE FRECKLES THAT GO ALONG YOUR SHOULDERS AND CHEST ARE SO FUCKING ADORABLE!! You don't understand that what you see as ugly parts I see as perfection. I love everything about you and what you think are "flaws" I see as adorable add Ons to you that give character!
LIKE THE LITTLE C SHAPED SCAR ON YOUR FOREHEAD! I FIND THAT ADORABLE.
EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU I THINK IS PERFECT. YOU'RE THE PERSON I WANT YOU TO BE. YOU'RE SO GENTAL AND KIND. SO LOVING IT HURTS. I never want you to think that about your self Con! It's okay to have flaws.
What you think are flaws or the ugly parts others see as something cute and original. Something others don't have.
I start crying happy tears. I take a moment to look at the beautiful person that I can call my boyfriend. I smile and realize how lucky I am.
Maybe this is who I want to be.
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Tronnor oneshots.
Teen FictionSmall stories about two boys named Connor Franta and Troye Sivan that are in love, were in love, or that will fall in love. Along the way there are many surprises. Enjoy
