She never thought she was enough. For Lianne, mirrors were the enemy. Every reflection whispered the things she hated most about herself, her weight, her stretch marks, her loud laugh. In a world obsessed with perfection, she believed she had to shrink herself to be worthy. But then came Elian, gentle, steady, and sincere. He didn't flinch at her flaws. He didn't try to fix her. He simply held what she hated. And in that quiet kind of love, Lianne begins to see herself through softer eyes. Not perfect. Not broken. Just human and more than enough. This is a story about seeing beauty in the mess, healing where it hurts, and the kind of love that holds you until you can hold yourself.