The mirror did not lie. There you were, standing in front of it, observing every imperfection with a critical gaze. You turned sideways, then frontally, again and again, with an expression of disgust. You slid your hands down your belly, feeling the little tummy that was bothering you so much. Then you looked down at your thighs and pressed your lips together in frustration. They always seemed too big, too wide. A sigh escaped your lips. -Ugh... The sound was barely a murmur, but it didn't go unnoticed. Behind you, Simon put down his phone and sat up in bed. You didn't say anything when you heard him move, but a moment later, his arms wrapped gently around you. He pressed you to his warm, strong chest, resting his chin on your shoulder while his hands rested on your belly. -This again? -His voice was a loving whisper. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his body envelop you. -I can't help it," you murmured, your voice heavy with insecurity. Simon didn't respond immediately. Instead, he slid his hands slowly around your waist, holding you tenderly. -Come," he said, guiding your hands until they were both on your belly. Look at yourself through my eyes. You opened yours and found her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes held not a hint of disgust, not a hint of disapproval. There was only admiration, affection... love. -I love every part of you," she whispered, as if reading your thoughts. Your curves, your skin, the way your body embraces me when we are together... Your heart skipped a beat. -Simon..." you said in a sigh. -No, listen," she interrupted you gently. I don't want you to think you're beautiful just because I say so. I want you to believe it. When you look in the mirror, I want you to see what I see.