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You're eyes scanned over the models thin bodies as you flipped through the pages of your magazine. You sighed, closing the magazine and shoved it away from yourself. Standing, you walked over to the large mirror that hung on the wall. Your hands ran over your figure, pinching at loose skin as a frown slowly rose to your features. Your eyes glanced over at the discarded magazine, the model on the cover posing in such a way that showed off her thin figure.
MYou put your hands on your hips and copied the models pose, trying your best to suck in your stomach. Your hand pressed against stomach, attempting to push it in the rest of the way to flatten it down. You gave up, allowing yourself to stare hatefully at your reflection. It was no use, there was nothing you could do about your appearance. You were stuck in this body that you hated and you couldn't do anything about it.
You could feel the tears pricking your eyes the more you thought about it. You tugged at the clothes that covered your body, wishing you could disappear into them. When you looked back at the mirror, you nearly gasped at the reflection you saw. There he stood, watching you with curiosity.
"What's wrong?" He asked, stepping towards you and closing the distance that separated the two of you.
"I-I just..." you couldn't look at him, your eyes just drifted down to your feet.
He took your chin between his fingers and made you look back up at him. "Tell me."
"H-How can you love me when I...when I look like this..."
MHe noticed the tears that were beginning to pool in your eyes. He frowned and let go of you. "Look like what? What are ya referring to?"
You narrowed your eyes at him. How could he just stand there and ignore the obvious.
"This!" You motioned to your body with your hands.
He tilted his head, his eyes running over this body that you seemed to hate so much. "(Y/n)..."
"Don't you dare, before you were with me, you were sleeping around with Harley. A woman with a perfect body. I don't get it, what could you possibly love about me..." you cried, all the hateful thoughts that you'd been keeping to yourself had just exploded and demanded release.
He reached to grab your wrist but you pulled away. Not even wanting him to touch you.
He didn't give up though, he finally got a hold of you and forced you down on top of the bed. You looked up at him, your vision blurry from the tears escaping your eyes and running down your cheeks. "I love you..."
You closed your eyes and shook your head. "P-Please don't lie to me..."
"Look at me..." he growled softly.
When you finally gave in, he was staring down at you. His eyes so soft and calm, mirroring a complete opposite from your own. "Those curves you seem to hate so much, are part of you, they are also part of what I love about you. I love every part of you and nothing is going to change that."
"B-But..." you blushed as he cut you off with his lips pressing down against yours.
"No buts, (Y/n). Your body is perfect and you have no reason to hate it." He smirked as he started to unbutton the shirt he was wearing. "But it looks like I'll have to remind you just how much I enjoy this body of yours..."
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I love this imagine. if anyone needs to talk or anything dm me! don't beat yourself up about having the perfect body image, because honey your perfect.
