leandremageba
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She was the kind of girl who tried to make herself small even though her body refused to shrink. Soft in all the places she wished were firm - a tummy that folded when she sat, thighs darkened from years of rubbing, and breasts that never stood the way society said they should. She carried her insecurities like extra weight, always tugging at her clothes, always avoiding mirrors.But he saw her differently.To him her softness wasn't something to hide it was warmth, comfort, realness. The curve of her belly, the thickness of her thighs, the sway of her hips... he loved all of it. Not in a way that made her feel exposed, but in a way that finally made her feel seen. He spoke to her gently, touched her carefully, and never once made her feel like she had to apologize for existing in her own skin.He didn't love her despite her body.He loved her with it because of it completely and slowly, she began to realize that maybe she was worthy of being loved exactly as she was.