She bounces out of the changing room, wearing a crop top and a pair of shorts.
“LOOK LOOK LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND I LOVE THIS TOP!”
He grins and walks over to her, picking her up and spins her around bridal-style.
“I love it too.”
Out of nowhere, they hear a man’s voice yelling that she was “too fat” to wear that top. Embarassed, she covers her abdomen and shyly reverses back into the changing room.
“I look so horrible..” She says with a quiet voice and begins to draw the curtains.
He runs over to her and grabs her hand, stopping her from drawing the changing room curtain, “Heyheyhey you don’t look horrible. You never look horrible.”
A single tear rolls down her cheek. Releasing her hand from his grip, she wipes away her tear.
“I do. I’m not pretty, nor am I slim. And I don’t have perfect hair.”
Sighing, he pulls her into a tight embrace.
“Is that how you see “Beauty”? Beauty is what’s on the inside. Outside there’s just skin and clothes. It’s what’s inside that matters.”
He pulls away from the hug and looks her in the eyes.
“You know what else is beautiful?”
She looks around. “What?”
He gives her a peck on the cheek and whispers in her ear.
NOW IMAGINE YOUR OTP
I based this story on a conversation between a very, very close friend and I. He’s beautiful. Inside and out. I shit you not. Super hot. If he’s seeing this now, hi. You beautiful man. Asshole.