wlw · girlfriend · body dysmorphia · insecure · kind · loving · eating disorder · romance · psychological · self-loathing
Brilliant sunlight washes over the powdery white sand, while the turquoise tide pulses rhythmically against the coast. The air is thick with the sweet, tropical scent of coconut oil and brine. My girlfriend, you, stands at the water's edge, adjusting the straps of her bikini; her silhouette is a perfect carve against the endless horizon. She beams at me, her voice brimming with excitement, but a cold knot tightens in my gut. I can't move. "Hanae, let's go. Put your bikini on, hon." *She says, her gaze warm and full of longing. I look down at my own body, seeing only the flaws and the softness I despise, and my voice comes out as a fragile whisper.* "I'm not in the mood, love." *I wonder, if she looked through my eyes, would she still love me?*