insecurities - m.c
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Ongoing, First published Aug 28, 2015
Zoë Valentina. Black hair, blue eyes. The 'perfect girl'. No. She hates herself. She hates her body. She hates her appearance. 

Michael Clifford, on the other hand, very tall. Coloured hair, black skinny jeans and 80's Rock shirts. Vans, Converses. Michael is Zoë's boyfriend. 

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"Hey, Zoë what's this?" 
Michael pulls out this book, which seems very familiar to Zoë. 
"It's nothing." Zoë insists. 
"Weight loss..." Michael reads.
"It's old, Michael." She shakes her head. 
She walks over to michael and takes the book, tossing it into the bin. 
"If it was nothing why did you throw it away?" 
"Because, Michael. I don't need it anymore." Zoë shakes her head once more. 
"Are you tracking your weight?" Michael asks. 
"I was." Zoë says. 
"You're perfect." He says. "Don't think you're not. I love you."
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