Body image is something I've struggled with for what seems like my entire life. I always felt not as pretty, not as outgoing, not as popular as everyone else. When I met Timmy and we started dating, it became complicated. Timothée makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, and he tells me how beautiful he thinks I am every day. However, that isn't something I always believe or feel.

I am nothing special. I work at a boutique to help pay for my schooling, so I can eventually get my dream job. Some days I wonder how I got so lucky to be with Timmy, and what he sees in me. Today was one of those days.

Because of my status, Timmy's fans were extra critical of me. While most of them are incredibly kind and just want Timmy to be happy, some of his fans were cruel and mean. They would say anything they could to tear me down, as if tearing me down would give them an opportunity to be with Timothée.

I was never honest with him about how it affects me, but it does, a lot. I have tons of posts on my Instagram account with Timothée, as does he but he always turns off the comments so that people don't say mean things. Although he isn't fully aware of all of the things that his fans say to me in my DMs or that they tweet or post about me, he isn't stupid, and he knows that people could potentially leave hate on our posts, so we both decided it would be better to turn the comments off on his posts.

Today, Timmy was out running errands, and because I was asleep when he left, I just stayed home and watched Netflix. It was a dreary day in New York City today, so I decided to post a picture of Timothée and I from when we visited Spain this past summer. The picture was of the two of us on the beach in Spain, and I had on my favorite bikini, it was baby blue with white polka dots on it. I really liked the photo and I didn't hate my appearance, so I shared it to Instagram.

After I posted the photo, I turned off my phone and turned my attention back to the TV. After about fifteen minutes, I heard my phone buzz, so I picked it up to see a message from Timothée, telling me he was leaving the grocery store and would be home in 10 minutes. Smiling at the idea of seeing my boyfriend for the first time today, I put my phone in the pocket of my sweatpants and went upstairs to change out of my pajamas.

I put on one of Timothée's long sleeve t shirts and a pair of mom jeans, calling it a day. I left my hair natural and my face natural as well. I laid down on our bed, picking up my phone, when I saw something that made my eyes widen. I had over a hundred notifications from Instagram.

I immediately opened it, not knowing what to expect. There was a few positive comments, my friends and a few kind fans complimented the photo and my appearance, but a lot of them were downright evil.

"She's so ugly"

"Timmy should be with someone prettier and more successful"

"What does Timothée see in her"

"She better get in shape before Timothée leaves her"

I was heartbroken about what they said about me. Defeated, I threw my phone onto the bed and ran into our master bathroom, sliding my back against the door, sobs spilling out of my mouth. I had completely forgotten that Timothée was set to arrive home at any moment until I heard a pounding on the door behind my back.

Startled, I jumped, causing my back to move from against the door, which allowed Timothée to open the door and enter the bathroom. "Sweetheart," he sighed, bending down to my level and picking me up,  sitting on the floor and setting me on his lap. He ran his hands over my hair, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, attempting to calm me down. After a few minutes, when my breathing had at least started to even out, Timmy pulled my head from out of his chest, both of his hands on either side of my face.

"What's wrong beautiful? Please don't say nothing because you are distraught." He told me, confusion in his eyes. I sighed, knowing there was no way out of this. I took a few deep breaths, and Timothée wiped the tears that had threatened to spill from my eyes.

"Timmy, I don't want you to be mad that I didn't tell you, and I don't want you to think that all of your fans are like this because they're not. But you have a number of fans who are incredibly jealous and critical of me. They dm me nasty, critical things about myself and my appearance a lot. I posted a picture of us on the beach in Spain and they commented horrible things about me." I admitted, the tears finally pouring out of my eyes as I buried my head in the crook of his neck. He ran a hand up and down my back.

Abruptly, he lifted me out of his lap and stood up, reaching his hands out to me. I gave him a questioning look, but I placed my hands in his and he helped me up. He guided me towards the mirror, and he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his head resting on my shoulder.

"Sweet girl, I need you to know how beautiful you are. Not just to me, but just how genuinely beautiful you are. Your smile is captivating, your laugh warms my soul, your eyes are gorgeous, and your body is absolutely perfect to me. Above all, you are mine. I can't believe how lucky I got, but you're mine and nothing is going to take that away from me. I'm never going to believe what those girls say because they're simply not true. You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I know it's not easy, but I just want you to see yourself the way me and so many other people see you. Your beauty is other worldly, and I can't believe how lucky I am, please don't ever forget that." He told me sweetly.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, this time they were happy ones. "I love you, so much. I am the lucky one. Thank you for your kind words, baby. I'm sorry that I don't see myself the way you see me, but I want to work on it, if you are willing to help me." I admitted to him and he smiled, kissing my shoulder.

"I will do everything in my power to let you know how absolutely beautiful you are, every single chance I get."

(A/N): i hope you guys liked this one! i always love fluff :') i hope you all know how unique and beautiful you all are 💗 this is poorly edited so i apologize for any errors.