I stand in front of the mirror, frowning. I pinch a piece of my stomach, pulling it.

"Why do I have these ugly fat rolls?" I sigh, letting go.

I lift my shirt up higher and stare at the ugliness.

"I hate myself! I'm so fat!" I cry softly, tears of hate flooding my eyes.

I drop the hem of the shirt and turn, getting a good look at my arm. I turn it and twist it in different ways, seeing it from all angles.

"Fat."

I stand so my thighs can be seen in the mirror and tilt my head back to get a better look.

"Mm.....fat", I declare again.

I crumple to the floor in defeat.

"I just can't be pretty enough..." I whisper.

After a minute of crying, I stand to my feet again and grab black jeans and a red, long-sleeve shirt.

"This'll have to do", I say.

I can't help but lift my shirt one more time and stare at the repulsive stomach beneath.

Suddenly, arms envelope me from behind, hugging me tightly. Hands push down my shirt, gently.

"Love, stop doing this to yourself. You're beautiful and I love you just the way you are", Newt says softly.

He leans down and plants a kiss on my neck.

"Love you", he whispers, his breath warm.

"I love you too, Newt", I whisper back, smiling.