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you're self conscious about your body

Michael:

Your eyes scanned the computer screen in front of you, pictures of girls with the perfect bodies staring right back at you. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if you looked like that, what people would think of you, or even how people would treat you. You sighed and stared down at your own stomach, poking at it. "Babe..." You heard a voice from behind you as you quickly shut your laptop. "Why are you looking at those pictures again?" "Because I wish I looked like them..." You admitted quietly, trying not to cry. Michael engulfed you in his arms and smiled down at you, poking your stomach. "I don't care about that. You're beautiful and you make me happy. I would take you over any of those girls any day. You're healthy and your body is perfect the way it is. Alright?" You nodded your head and cuddled into his chest, smiling the rest of the night.

Ashton:

"(Y/N), you've been in the bathroom for half an hour, what's wrong?" You heard Ashton's voice from the other side of the door. You quickly wiped your tears and opened the door, revealing Ashton with a worried look on his face. He looked down at you and frowned once he saw your pants. "They don't fit. I'm too fat to wear them." You started to cry once again and he grabbed onto you, stroking your hair. "You're not fat, please don't say that. You're beautiful. I love you and everything about you." He made you look into his eyes and he wiped your tears. "You are an amazing girl and you shouldn't let a pair of jeans ruin your day. You're beautiful, don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."

Calum:

"I look disgusting." You frowned as you walked out in the bikini you had just bought. You hated wearing bikinis because it showed literally everything. Calum looked over at you and frowned back at you. "You look amazing." "You're just saying that because you're obligated to." You looked at yourself once more in the mirror and groaned, throwing a shirt over top of your body. "No, I'm saying it because you truly do look amazing. You have curves and I love that you do. It makes you adorable and beautiful and I don't know why you can't see that." "But-" "No ifs, ands, or buts, you're beautiful, babe. Always will be."

Luke:

"If I looked like her you would love me more!" You yelled at Luke and he tugged at his hair, shaking his head. "No, I wouldn't love you more. I love you the way you are now. I fell for you for you, not because of your outer appearance." You turned to him and glared. "So, you do think I'm fat?" "NO!" He groaned and got up and began to walk towards you. "You're beautiful inside and out. You have cute chubby little cheeks and you have an amazing body, regardless of what you think. I love you and will even if you gain or lose weight because my feelings for you aren't because of your weight."