Why don't we imagines

Corbyn-Insecure

(y'all are beautiful)

I scroll through Instagram seeing all these beautiful models and singers and their perfect bodies. I sigh and look down at my exposed thighs. they don't even have a thigh gap. I poke them and they jiggle.

I stand up and walk towards the body mirror against the wall and stare at myself. I lift my shirt up and see my stomach which I hate the most. I wish I was toned. I hate my thick thighs and flabby stomach. I'm so fat.

Selena Gomez has a perfect body. Why can't I look like her? Or Camila or Ariana.

Why does corbyn even like me? I'm hideous.

My arms are flabby. Gross. Don't even get me started on my stretch marks. They go across my hips. I don't even have a nice butt like all these athletes.

i put my hair up in a messy bun and continue staring at myself in the mirror thinking of ways to get rid of the nasty parts of my body.
I grab my stomach with my fingers.

I hear the door downstairs shut but I didn't pay attention to it. I continued grabbing the fat on my body in the mirror.
The bedroom door opens
"hey babe im-" He stops talking once he see's me.

"what are you doing?" He asks walking up to me. I look at him and back to the mirror.
"why do you like me?" I ask in all seriousness.

"what do you mean?" He tilts his head wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I mean.. I have so much fat. You could be with a model right now but you chose me"
"baby, you're not fat. who told you this?" He asks now concerned.

"I'm so ugly. My thighs are huge, my stomach Isn't toned, My arms are jiggly, My forehead is big. You deserve better." I said as a tear went down my face. "Hey" He pulls my head away from the mirror and into his chest as I bawled.

"you're not ugly, and you're not fat. I don't know where you got all of this from but I love you the way that you are okay? Don't talk about yourself that way" He kisses my head and holds me there until I calm down.

when I finally calm, He swoops me up and carries me to the bed laying me down. He hovers over me kissing my forehead "your forehead is adorable"
he leans down and kisses my stomach a few times "your stomach is beautiful"

he kisses both my arms. "your arms are amazing" He finally leans down and kisses my thighs. "Your thighs are perfect, and quite frankly one of my favorite things about you" he says squeezing them a little.

I give him a weak smile. He comes back up towards my face and places a soft kiss on my lips before pulling me up into his lap with my legs on each side of him.

He hugs me tightly and strokes my hair.
"I don't ever wanna hear you talking bad about yourself like that again you understand?" he says in a stern voice.

I nod my head and lay it against his chest. "good" He rubs my back. "I love you corbs"
"I love you too".

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okay but like on a real note. I love this one.