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Trigger Warning: Trigger Warning: Self Hatred, Body Issues
Pairing: reader x Carl
Summary: Reader is feeling insecure about her body since she is curvy, but boyfriend!Carl comes in and lets her know otherwise
Hope you enjoy, more to come guys!!
- ramona
You sat in front of your mirror, eyeing down every inch of your body. You were in a tank top and underwear, you felt tears stream down your face as you grabbed at the tummy that was in front of you. You looked at your legs, you tears hitting the floor below you and dig your nails into your huge thighs out of frustration.
"Why do I look like this," you thought to yourself. Why couldn't you be like the typical blondes you saw on TV with a swimsuit made body and perfect skin? No imperfections whatsoever. But here you were, looking at yourself. Brown hair, dark brown eyes, a pale yet tan skin color that there everyone around you off, an acne scar right below your eye.
You continue to let the tears stream down when you hear your bedroom door open, you look up and see your boyfriend. "Baby what's wrong?" Carl rushed to your side, dropping to his knees and pushing the hair from your face.
"Nothing, it's nothing," you said, still looking at the ground? How are you supposed to tell your boyfriend of nearly a year that you've been sitting in front of the mirror crying over your body for over an hour?
"What's this?" Carl asked agitated, as he pointed the scars you left on your thighs from digging your nails into your skin.
You sigh and look up, bloodshot eyes and tears still slowly falling down. "I hate myself, Carl. Why do I look like this?" You whisper, choking on your tears.
Carl kneels down and pushed the strands of hair out your face. "What are you talking about? You're absolutely beautiful baby girl." He whispers, looking into your watery eyes.
You get up and pull Carl to be in front of the mirror with you. "This Carl," you pointed to yourself in the mirror. "I hate that I have huge thighs, I hate that I can't wear a fucking crop top because then my fat will hang out. I hate that I have stretch marks all over my body. I hate that I can't be like all the other girls and wear whatever I want because I'm constantly worrying about it fitting me or not." You look up to see Carl staring at you, emotionless.
Was he mad? Disappointed? You couldn't tell, but you felt his eyes scan your body. "And you know what sucks Carl?" You mumble, starting to crack from all the tears you were holding back. "I feel so bad for you whenever you take me out in public. What must people think, that someone as handsome as you can be with someone as disgusting, like me." You look up to see Carl's face, red of anger.
You felt his hands grab both your wrists. "Don't ever fucking say that again. I'm with you because you're beautiful. Not just inside but outside too. Fuck what everyone thinks about you. Whoever makes you feel like this or tells you something? You come to me and I will handle them. Clear?" He says, inches apart from your face.
"Yes." You say dumbfounded with how the situation took a turn too. Carl sits you down on the floor again. Sitting in front of you. It's pure silence. You felt terrible for going off on him so randomly just because you were upset about your own problems.
Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt kisses being pressed against your neck. You gasped and feel Carl's breath against your neck, "I love you, I love all of you (Y/N)." You smile slightly as Carl pins your arms down and puts his face to yours. "You're so gorgeous, babygirl." He smiles, looking down at you. He kisses down your tummy, "I love your curves baby, I love the way you look in those black ripped jeans. Your thighs and stomach curves make those jeans look so fine on you." You smile and look down.
Carl was tracing his fingers up and down your thighs. "Your thighs? Baby, your stretch marks aren't ugly. They're tiger stripes, you're so strong and capable of so much shit alright?" He places a soft kiss on your inner thigh. "You're beautiful in general baby girl. And I'm so lucky to call you mine. Whenever you feel like this again, call me. I will try my all to make you feel as what you are. Absolutely perfect and flawless," he says standing up, holding his hand out for you to stand up as well.
You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, you feel his soft hands go on your waist. You nudge your head to the crook of his neck, "I love you so much, Carl." You whisper, looking up.
"And I love you so much more (Y/N)."
You kiss your boyfriend, feeling so thankful to have someone as wonderful and loving like Carl.
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