Hello~! I'm posting once again, kekek :3 This one is for all those girls who think they're too fat just because they have a little bit bigger stomach or because they don't have a thigh gap.

Come on, girls. You don't need to have those things to be called beautiful. Guys like more meat on them girls, so they won't be afraid of breaking you all the time ^^.

Enjoy! :3

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You sighed, staring at the number on the weight again. It has gone up and you gained five kilograms.

You were never the one to guard your weight- you ate as much as you liked because your schedule had been so hectic all the time, you would burn it off instantly. But as summer was approaching, you wanted to generally know what you were dealing with, but you weren’t expecting this.

This wasn’t in your plan…at all.

The first week you knew about your weight, you weren’t as depressed as you were shocked. For many years you were able to maintain the stable weight of 55kg, which wasn’t that much for a girl your height. You tried not to let it get to you, but after you met your best friend’s girlfriend, your confidence fell to a freezing level.

The 10 cm taller girl was as heavy as you. Worse enough, she kept crying about how fat she was and how her hips were too wide and how her thighs jiggled every time she walked. She told you wouldn’t even want her to start about her stomach, and you believed her. Your first impression of her was- clingy. Annoying, bratty and a confidence breaker. No, you admitted to this clearly, you started to dislike the girl. A few days later you realized that you started to hate her, because you started to notice the same body traits as she did. You almost cringed every time you went somewhere, because your thighs would always send tickling sensations as they rubbed tougher.

You also noticed how impossibly tights your skinny jeans felt on your every time you pulled them on and soon enough, you were avoiding the mirror while in underwear just like the devil avoids the cross.

Your own body image disgusted you. You stared at your belly and cried internally, wondering how come it wasn’t as flat as other girl’s. Your legs weren’t spared from your critic eyes, as you compared them with other women or more often, idols.

It was hard not to notice the form of the beautiful idols that surrounded your boyfriend.

You and Kris have been going out for half a year by now and you still were happily in love. Even though it was hard to date a superstar, you two have managed to find a way to make it work. You were happy with him and you know that he enjoyed your presence very much as well, but you still couldn’t help but to feel insecure with all those long-legged and big ed girls he was around with daily.

To look at it objectively, you had no chance against them. They would trample over you like a horde of angry oxen and leave you broken with your fat on the ground.

You’ve been thinking like this for a while now, actually. It was in your head like a curse and you carried it everywhere- even when you were with Kris. And he started to notice the change in your behavior.

Usually, you wouldn’t give two damns if something you ordered was fattening or not, but you had him lifting his eyebrows at you when you carefully counted through your meal.

Most times, you would welcome his grip on your hips when he brought you closer, but now, all you thought about was how your fat was seeping through the creaks between his fingers and he was noticing how fat you were.

And most of all, you never watched your weight around him. Kris himself voiced his like when you pressed fully against him, but the past week, you took very careful note of just how much you pushed up on him and never went over the edge.

The man you thought of sighed beside you, finally turning off the TV when he was unable to concentrate because of his thoughts.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” he asked you, turning his body to face you. You gave him a risen eyebrow.

“What are you talking about?” you replied, reaching for the remote on the armrest, but he grabbed your wrist before entwining his fingers with yours.

“You know what I’m talking about, so spill.” The look he was giving you was boring into your soul and it made you a bit uncomfortable.

“Nothing’s wrong. Why should there be something wrong?” you continued to act nonchalant, opening a magazine to look through it, but he took it from your hands and placed it behind him.

“What did you eat today?” Kris’ question was well placed, because it was midafternoon and the only thing you had was a white yoghurt for breakfast.

“Enough.” You lied, looking away from him. Kris said your name sternly and you closed your eyes, sighing.

“What’s wrong with trying to be a little bit thinner so my boyfriend can find me attractive?” you finally said, not looking at him even once.

Silence settled across the room, thick as morning mist. Your whole body was tense, waiting for his reaction.

“What?” Kris’ voice finally rose and you sighed again, looking at his dumbstruck face.

 “Don’t act like this, Yifan. We both know I gained a lot of weight. I’m looking like a whale.”

“What?” he couldn’t say anything else and it made you even more frustrated.

“I mean- what’s more unattractive than when you cannot even take care of your body? I mean, you work will all those beautiful, fragile women and here I am, the fat ugly duckling with a big trunk instead of a and jiggly thighs that weighs so much a professional weight lifter can use her as a challenge.”  You continued to ramble on and during your hate speech, Kris rolled his eyes, sliding off the couch.

“I mean, I don’t know why you’re still with me, like come on- what are you doing?” your eyes followed his movements and you couldn’t help but to stare at him shockingly when he prepared himself in a push up position.

“Get on.” He said shortly, not looking at you.

“What?” it was now your turn to ask him the simple question. Kris turned his gaze to you, his eyes slightly glaring.

“I said get on.”

“B-but how?” you knew there was no kidding when he used this voice and you proceeded to slide off the couch.

“Hands on my shoulders and legs curled against my back.” He ordered you, lying down on his stomach, waiting for you. You did as he asked, gingerly climbing on, you resting on the small of his back and your hands gripping his shoulders, forcing you to stretch out on his back.

“What are you trying-“ he interrupted you by lifting up. He lowered himself down, before pushing up again.

With wide eyes, you felt the strength in his muscles as he diligently did 10 pushups with you on his back. After the last one, he turned to lay on his back, with you still on him.

“Do you think I would be able to lift you if you would be as heavy as a whale?” he asked, a small smile on his lips when his fingers ghosted over your thighs.

“I understand if you want to lose a little bit of weight- but don’t bully yourself about it.” He sat up when you still didn’t say a word and pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’re beautiful in every way, even if you think you gained weight.”

“But I did gain weight.” You pouted, your eyes going away from him.

“But I like it.” He insisted, his hands on your thighs going higher.

“A girl without curves is like jeans without pockets.” Kris gently whispered into your ear. You were about to ask him what did he smoke, when his large hands palmed your behind, earning him a gasp.

“You don’t know where to put your hands. And baby, with you, I certainly have my favorite spots.” You laughed at his cheekiness, wrapping your hands around his neck. Kris moved his hands up to your waist before pushing you tighter against him.

“Thanks, oppa.” You muttered against his neck and he sent a small kiss to your shoulder.

“That’s what I’m here for.”