You're insecure about your weight and end up having a conversation about it with Mason who's comforting you
Recently I've been gaining a bit of weight because I'm always stress eating. My job is pretty stressful and I handle it by just eating without controlling myself.
My weight is something I've been thinking about for a while and I'm starting to overthink it too much. I always look myself in the mirror with disgust and find every wrong thing about myself.
Mason was still asleep but I had to go to work a bit earlier than usual. Since I work at an office I have to wear formal clothes. I put on a longe sleeved black blazer. It's still warm in London surprisingly. I put my hair in a bun and look in the mirror. I turn to the side and look at my stomach.
"Why am I so fat", I said annoyed under my breath touching my stomach. I decided to change to other clothes. I put on beige boyfriend jeans and white blazer. I look into mirror again and let out a sigh.
"Hey", I heard Masons tired and raspy voice. I turn around and see that he's sitting up on the bed looking at me with a smile.
"Sorry did I wake you", I asked concerned
"No I have training so gotta wake up now", he said getting out of bed.
"You're looking nice like always", he said as he gave me a hug from behind.
"You sure, so my stomach isn't showing", I asked as I was looking at myself in the mirror and checking the side again.
"What", he asked confused letting go of the hug.
"It looks like I'm a few weeks pregnant", I said annoyed at myself
"We can make that happen", he said with a wink in the mirror
"Mason this isn't a joke, l hate this outfit", I said still looking at my outfit more annoyed than before.
"Darling, why are you saying this", he asks as he turns me around to face him. "You're not fat if that's what you're asking", he said
"You shouldn't care", he said putting his hands over my shoulders.
"But I do", I said looking down
"Who called you that", he said lifting my chin up with his fingers to make eye contact with me.
"I did, I'm gaining weight", I said still annoyed
"So? it's normal, no ones perfect...except for you", he said trying to make me feel better
I looked at him as he rubbed my cheeks. "You're gonna go to work in this outfit and you're gonna tell yourself that you're beautiful because that is the truth", he said looking me.
I didn't say anything. I just hugged him and put my arms around his waist while he put his around my neck.
He kissed the top of my head. "We all have insecurities, we just need to learn how to accept them sometimes", he said with his calm voice
"Do you have insecurities", I asked him as we pulled out from the hug
"Yea...we all have them", he said laughing nervously, clearly not liking where this conversation is going.
"Why, you're perfect", I said making him smile
"Yea if you don't look at my nose yea", he said laughing
"I love your nose", I said shocked that he didn't like it
"It's a bit big don't you think", he said touching it
"No, whoever said that is being dramatic, it makes your face look prettier than it already is", I said making him feel better.
"Why are you not this nice to yourself", he asked S he was looking at me
"It's difficult when you can't see how you actually look like, I mean if I was another person in the room looking at me, then maybe but....ugh I don't like these pants maybe I should wear another one", I said walking out of his grip
He grabbed me again and didn't let me go. "No, I love this outfit on you, if you love me, then you're wearing this today and don't talk bad about yourself", he said looking at me.
I looked at him just thinking to myself. "Do you love me", He asked
"More than anything", I said back.
"Good, then it shouldn't be a problem, you're beautiful", he said rubbing my cheeks again. He lean in slowly and kiss me on the lips.
"Thank you for making me feel better", I said as I hugged him. "No worries love", he said kissing he top of my forehead.
