The Hibiscus Project

“The hibiscus is an intriguing flower, Louis. Did you know that the hibiscus represents beauty?”

“And?”

“And you’re my hibiscus.”

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“I’m fat,” Louis Tomlinson would whine, shirt pulled up over his belly as he observed himself in the mirror. He’d push his tummy out the slightest bit in order to criticize himself further, and it simply broke Harry’s heart. Louis would then poke and prod at every part of him-- his stomach, cheeks, ribs (which were protruding abnormally from his torso), thighs and so on. Louis’ insecurities took over his entire life. He’d repeat the process of degrading his body in front of the reflective surface three times a day. One in the morning, as he got ready for school, one during gym, while he was changing in and out of his gym suit, and three at the end of the day, just before he ate (well, binged on and then threw up) his dinner. Louis thought he was, well, imperfect.

Harry thought differently.

As Harold Edward Styles brainstormed ways to make his boyfriend feel beautiful, he created a list of things he could do.

And this is where the Hibiscus Project is born.