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you scroll through instagram and see all these perfect girls with perfect bodies. they have asses and boobs, flat stomachs, perfect makeup. they have everything and look like models. you run to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. no makeup on, hair in a messy bun, sweatpants and Ethan's hoodie on your body. you raise the hoodie and look at your stomach. it's not exactly flat like those girls in the pictures. you arch your back and look at your ass. it's not that big compared to the girls in the pictures. you puff out your chest and look at your boobs. they're not as big as those girls in the pictures. you slump down in defeat and lay on the bed, waiting for Ethan to come home so you can cuddle him and feel better.
he finally comes home and asks you what you want to eat. you say nothing, thinking about how not flat your stomach is. maybe if you don't eat, your stomach will become flatter.
he lays down next to you and you cuddle into him. "baby, what's wrong?" he asks
"what do you mean?" you ask trying to act like nothing happened earlier
he sits up and looks at you. you look at him and sigh "it's nothing"
"do it have anything to do with all these pictures of these girls that you're liking?"
"maybe" you mumble
"baby, you have nothing to be unconfident about. you are perfect to me and you have a sexy body"
"that doesn't change the fact that i don't have a flat stomach or big boobs or a big ass. why would you choose me? i'm ugly"
"you're are not ugly, y/n. you are far fucking from it. and i chose you not only for your looks, but your personality as well. your smoking hot looks are a huge bonus"
you sigh "okay"
he grabs your hands and you look at him "i choose you. and i'll choose you over and over and over. without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. i'll keep choosing you."
you smash your lips into his and melt into the passionate kiss. all your worries disappear and all you can think about is Ethan.
all you need to think about is Ethan and his undying love for you.
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