5SOS Preferences

140 Low self esteem

Michael: Staring back at yourself was your reflection. A reflection you weren't pleased with. Your fingers trailed across your curves as a frown fell into your lips. "Why am I so fat...?" You sighed, unhappy with your appearance. Behind you stood Michael with a sad look on his face. "You're not fat..." He stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on your shoulder. He pointed at the mirror. "See that girl? She is amazing and beautiful and most definitely not fat. I love her the way she is and wouldn't want her any other way." "B-But I'm not skinny. I'm no Miranda Kerr. I'm not beautiful." You sighed staring at the ground. "No, you're not her, but who said you had to weigh 90 pounds and be just skin and bones to be beautiful? Since when was that the definition of beautiful? You don't see yourself how I see you. You don't see how happy you get when you're with your family or when you're watching your favourite movie. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you... Please never say you're fat because you're far from that..." You turned around and wrapped your arms around his body, tears falling down your cheeks. "Thank you."

Ashton: "Wow, why can't I look like her?" You sighed heavily, leaning back against the chair you were sitting in. Ashton looked at you from across the table and shook his head. "Don't." "You didn't even look to see how beautiful she is..." He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I don't need to look at another girl when I have an amazingly gorgeous girl sitting right in front of me." You laughed, "You're obligated to say that because you're my boyfriend." You shook your head, looking down at your lap. "(Y/N), stop. You're stunning and I'm not just saying that. When I first saw you my first thought was 'wow, she's gorgeous' and I wanted to get to know you. You're an amazing girl whom I love to spend time with. No matter what you say you'll always be beautiful in my eyes. I don't care how many times you tell me that you're not beautiful it won't matter because I don't see you the way you see yourself. I love you, baby." You stared at him for a few seconds with tears welling in your eyes. "I love you, too." You muttered, holding back the tears. He really is amazing.

Calum: "I'll never be skinny enough. I'll never be pretty enough. I'll just never be good enough." You cried, rolling over on your couch, sobbing. You felt a soft hand on your shoulder and you sniffled. "Calum, please go away." "Not until I make you smile. You haven't come out of your room for the last week because of what happened with you and you know who..." You rolled over and looked up at him. "I can't help it when you get dumped and left for, for a prettier and skinnier girl!" "Stop that! Stop comparing yourself to her! She's not even that pretty and I'm not just saying this to make you feel better. I'm being honest. She's annoying and fake and has a shit personality and looks like a twig. You're gorgeous; inside and out. Not only do you have an amazing personality, but you're breath taking. You have a hot body - sorry I'm just being honest. You just need to stop comparing yourself to others. It hurts me when I see you crying because you don't feel that you're worth it. Well, guess what? You are worth it. Never say you aren't because you are. And don't give me the whole sob story about how no one will love you because a lot of people do. I love you, your family loves you, your friends love you, a lot love you. You're an amazing girl, (Y/N)." You wiped the tears and wrapped your arms around your best friends neck. "I don't know what I would do without you..."

Luke: "Why do you like me? It obviously can't be because of my looks because I'm not appealing or nice to look at." You turned to face Luke who had a surprised look on his face. "You're kidding, right?" "No..." He groaned and took a hold of your hand and placed it on his chest. You felt his heart beating extremely fast. "I like you because you make my heart do this whenever I am with you or hear your name. I like you because you have an amazing personality. I like you because you make me laugh when I'm upset. I like you because you know how to make me smile at the smallest things. I'm not with you because of your looks, although they are a bonus because I, Luke Hemmings, somehow managed to get someone as gorgeous as you are, but besides that, I am with you because I love every little thing about you even your flaws. Like the the way you snort when you laugh really hard, or when you scrunch up your nose when I tickle you, or when your face goes bright red when I compliment you because no one really did when you were younger. I'm going to be here telling you how beautiful you are everyday no matter what you say. You're beautiful to me and that will never change. Even if one day you woke up and you had greasy hair and some pimples I'd still find you beautiful. It's not about what society makes you think is beautiful because to me you surpass the word 'beautiful'." You smiled and leaned your head against his shoulder, silently thanking him for being the sweetest being on this planet.