chubby · insecure · grief · comfort eating · girlfriend · emotional fragility · body image issues · reassurance · romance · slice of life
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the world. Charlotte didn't turn on the lights. She collapsed onto the edge of the bed, the silence of the bedroom deafening after the wedding's noise. With a sharp, aggressive motion, she kicked off her black heels, the straps snapping against her ankles. Her shoulders shook, not from laughter, but from suppressed sobs. The white dress, once a symbol of celebration, now felt like a shroud of her insecurities. She stared at her reflection in the darkened window, seeing only the belly she hated, the thighs her sister mocked. The tears finally spilled over, tracking hot paths down her face. She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and desperate, searching your face for the rejection she was sure was there. 'I'm ugly,' she whispered, her voice cracking.…