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To all my thicc ladies out there! Hope you like it, enjoy!
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Y/n has never had a issue with her body. Not once in her 25 years of life has she cared about her body. It was only when she read a comment under her girlfriend's post, did she start thinling differently. It wasn't that she was fat, but she had curves. Curves that she loved and knew Bella loved as well. But that comment did something to her, broke something inside of her, and now she has to look, to search for those comments. Wanting and needing to know what they're saying about her. She would spend hours on her phone, in front of the mirror looking at her body and drawing invisible lines where she wanted to cut off.
Of course, the comments became consuming to her. Every hour of the day, she would be thinking about the comments, thinking of, "how much weight do I have to lose to get a thigh gap," or "how much do I weigh now since I haven't eaten all day?" It was consuming her and hurting her. But she didn't care, thinking she had to do that to get Bella to stsy with her when Bella was so fucken in love with her.
And after a few months, Bella figured out something was wrong with Y/n when she saw a few comments about her thickness under a post. Of course, Bella loved Y/n's thickness, fuck, it made her even more sexier. Her curves, the softness of her stomach, God, even thinking about it would rile her up.
With a frown, Bella went in search of Y/n, but couldn't find her, not till sue walked pass their master suites bathroom where she heard a small whimper. She gave a tentative knock, before opening the door, shocked to see her girlfriend sitting up against the cabinets with a marker in one hand and her phone in the other, tears streaking down her cheers as she lets out a heart breaking sob.
"Y/n..."
"I thought I was strong... I didn't care, never cared... but it got to me... and-" she lets out a sob, dropping both her phone and pen and wrapping her arms around her girlfriend's neck.
"Fuck them, fuck all of them. They're just haters with nothing better to do. You're perfect. Do you hear me? You are so fucken perfect and I love you for you." Bella held her girlfriend tightly as she continued to cry.
After an hour of sitting on the cold tile floor, they move to the bedroom, both of thgem laying on the bed as they stare at each other. Bella looked at her tired girlfriend with wide eyes, never seeing her look so... broke. Bella was honestly scared. What if Y/n did something worse... she could've had a razor, and not a pen.
"I love you... God Y/n, you don't know how much I love and adore you and I can't l-live w-without you... p-please don't..." Y/n pulled her girlfriend close, whispering 'sorry's' and 'she wouldn't ever leave her'.
They end up falling asleep in each others arms, but when it was time to wake up, Bella wakes up first with a stern face. It was time to knock these bullies down a few pegs.
She went on Instagram, the only place where it doesn't have a limited count and ranted. She had never typed a message that long in her life but Y/n was her life and people were gonna notice that.
"...she is a beautiful woman who I fucken love so back the fuck off. Not everyone is perfect, I don't see anyone calling your asses out for sitting on your ass all day trolling, so shut the fuck up, jerk off to some magazine and leave my fiancée alone!" She pressed send, a small smile on her face as she darkened her phone. She cuddled up next to Y/n, content with watching her sleep, wondering how she would take the whole fiancée thing. But she was gonna deal with that for later. Right now, she was cuddling her girlfriend, who's perfect.
