Dan and Phil Imagines

Preference: Stretch marks

Trigger warning: body image

Dan: You hated focusing on something as superficial as stretch marks when having a child was one of the best things to ever happen to you. But, you didn't have great self esteem to begin with, and they weren't exactly helping the situation. You hated them so much, in fact, that you wouldn't allow Dan to see you with your shirt off. Dan knew how you currently felt about your body as he had noticed that you no longer change in the bedroom if he was in there. "Why don't you just change in here?" he asked while he lay in bed. "I just don't want to," you replied as you walked towards the bedroom door. "There's nothing wrong with your body, you know." You stopped walking and turned to him. You both loved and hated that he knew you so well. He continued. "I find you just as beautiful as I did a year ago, if not more." You still were unsure about your stretch marks even after his comment, but you walked back into the room to change.

Phil: You hated summer. Summer called for short sleeves which showed your arms– your arms which had stretch marks along the side of them. As much as you could, you tried to wear a hoodie or a jacket to cover them even if you were roasting. Today was one of those days. "How can you be wearing that? I'm sweating just in a t-shirt," Phil pointed out as the two of you walked around town. You shrugged. "I have a bit of a chill," you lied. "Are you feeling alright? Are you getting sick?" Phil stopped for a second in order to place the back of his hand along your forehead. "You're really warm! You sure you're okay?" he asked. "I just..." you started. You couldn't believe you were actually going to tell him. "I just hate my arms," you whispered. "Wait, what?" "I hate my arms, okay?" you said a little louder. "But, why? There's nothing wrong with them at all." Could he really not tell? You just stared at him. "I'm being completely serious. There's nothing wrong with your arms. I promise."