“Kind of. It’s difficult not to be when the only hard body in the room still has his pants on.” I hope my joke conceals my dash of insecurity. My physique is a poor companion to his chiseled glory. I’m healthy for sure from consistent jogging, but I’m nowhere near as defined. He frowns with renewed intensity. “Hey.” He grabs my chin gently, tilting my head up to look up at him. “Knock it off. You’re beautiful.”
I truly hate this so much. Emmie is fit, but god forbid she’s not “defined”. Way to play on the whole “if you’re not stick thin/have a defined bod, you can’t be hot and should be insecure in your own skin!”
