Jack and I were sitting on my bed after the boy's concert.
We were both still in our outing clothes.
I went into my closet and grabbed a Jack shirt I didn't feel like walking to the bathroom because the boys were in it.
"Honey can you close your eyes I need to change," I said.
"Why can't I see," he said.
"no"
"why"
"no"
"why"
"No, because I don't want you to see me" I shouted.
Jack got off the bed and walked over to me.
"Why don't you want me to see you" jack whispered with his hands on my hips.
"Because I am fat and I have stretch marks ok there you happy jack" I raised my voice on the verge of tears.
"No you are not and I will kiss every place I can to show you I love you. You are beautiful. Just because you are curvy and I like it" he said kissing my face and neck lightly.
"Ok but just please don't call me ugly," I said.
"Ok," he said lifting up my shirt.
He stripped me into my bra and underwear. Then I put in one of his shirts. He loved me. The first time I knew a boy had officially fully loved me.
