We all have things about ourselves we’d like to change. For instance you knew that your boyfriend would love to have thinner eyebrows. Due to the nonstop teasing from a certain Frenchman, Arthur was insecure about his eyebrows.
And due to the teasing and ridicule of your female peers you were insecure about your weight.
That was how you ended up on the sofa eating ice cream crying into a pillow.
And that’s where your boyfriend found you.
“Go away!” you moaned stuffing your mouth with (favorite flavor) ice cream. “I’m feeling miserable.”
Arthur sat next to you and put his hand on your back, “And why is that love?”
You looked up at him, “I’m fat!”
He sat there stunned, “W-what?”
“A bunch of girls came up to me today and told me I’m fat!”
Arthur rubbed your back soothingly, “You’re not fat. I promise.”
You let out another wail and stuffed your mouth with ice cream, “But I am.”
“Well eating ice cream isn’t going to solve that is it?” he asked trying to take the sweet treat away.
“But it makes me feel better,” you whined. “Give it back!”
Arthur shook his head, “I have a better idea, why don’t you and I go for a walk around the park?”
You sniffed, “So you think I’m fat too!”
You continued to cry and wail as Arthur tried to calm you down again.
Eventually he grabbed you and held you close to his chest, “____________, I love you and you’re not fat. You have to believe me.”
“I love you too,” you mumbled. “I’m just feeling icky today.”
“You’re not fat,” he muttered, “you’re too cute to be fat.”
You blushed slightly, “You mean it?”