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She pouted her Lips and swallowed hard. "I love you." The words came out gently out of his mouth. "I want you to be my woman and I'll be your man everyday." He held her by the waist, her waist was so tiny that his hands fell off the first two times he tried to hold it. "Don't you eat at all?" He asked her. "I eat a lot, a lot of sweet foods." She answered. "Why is the waist this tiny?" He smiled. "I was born with a slim waist, even if I eat the whole of your kitchen it won't protrude. Only the hips are permitted to shoot out." She winked and Roshan just laughed.

Do I have a new stretch mark popping out? "You are not fat," he said like he could read my mind and licked his red lips. "You are thick but exercise will keep you fit. It tones your body and makes you healthy." He gave a small smile making him look like a little kid admiring a candy wrap. He was that cute.

her friend Ellie said—and, no, not Elizabeth and certainly not Beth, so Ellie it was, although lately she’d started silently referring to her as Skinny—before shoving another fistful of peanuts in her mouth. With a shrug, she said nothing as she tore another slender strip from the napkin. Balled it up. Slipped it between her lips, feeling it grow wet against her teeth, on her tongue. Tucked it into her cheek. Enjoyed the sense of something solid in her mouth. Then, after a moment, pulled it out and placed it on the counter. “Okay, then, yesterday?” Skinny said as she scooped up another handful of bar nuts. She nodded, unwilling to admit it’d been weeks since she’d eaten. Like, truly eaten. “

I twitch my mouth. "You are a human being. A healthy, stunning human being—not a sick, starved animal.".My jaw literally slackens. "What?" "I'm sure you've heard a sick animal is known by its drop in body fat and display of bones" I nod. Fully understanding what he means. "Every single inch of your flesh is exactly where it belongs. Especially under my roof. You do not hide your body from anyone, and you sure as hell do not attempt to shrink your presence down for anyone or me. Do you understand me?" I nod. He leans closer, his scent of cardamom and citrus enveloping my senses.

“You know what? Maybe it’s a good thing you eat this way.” “A good thing?” I ask, genuinely confused. She folds her hands together in front of her. “Yes. You’re all skin and bones. If you keep eating this way, you’ll grow some meat on your chest and your hips.” My eyes drop instinctively to my body. My chest isn’t flat and my curves aren’t bad, but they’re nowhere near as pronounced as the other consorts I saw at the dinner table last night. “But what do I need those for?” I ask, lifting another spoonful to my mouth.

There won't be any blood coming out from his body even after kicking him. "I think this hit the nail on the head, isn't it?" he asked, and I clenched my fist, feeling fire inside me. I'm ready to burn this guy who is body-shaming me. I am 19 years old at the moment. How come? I am going to have a lady-like body. This is so ridiculous. Before, I used to diet and maintain myself because Austin loves petite women. Now, if I see myself, I am more than satisfied with how healthy I look. I don't look like I am going to die any moment, and that's enough for me.

The girl had a problem, she wanted my oversize ones. "Autumn, are you still on this issue?" "Yes," she pouted, "I was thinking I could get surgery to add more bones here," she patted her hips, "make it pop out so when I put on a dress, it'll be sexy." "Autumn, you look fine the way you are," I chuckled as I locked the door, "you don't need any extra hips and your slender waist is perfect, don't even think of doing anything to make it slimmer."

Laura roared, standing up from her seat in one swift move that sent the chair clashing with the white wall because of the sudden movement. “Now you will jump lower and skate slower.” She still did not look at me or my agent. She kept walking back and forth, talking to herself like the possessed woman she was. That was actually not true. I was a pretty tall woman — 175 cm was a very good height for a woman with a body type like mine — plus I only weighed around fifty‑eight kilograms. I was still far off the average weight I needed to be in order to be fully written off my medication, but this witch could not hear those things.

I just want her to rest and spend some time with me. "Uhmm...an hour ago," she said sweetly. Her voice was appearing like honey, so sweet and deep. "Did you eat love?" I asked her pulling her more closer to me. She wasn't eating properly. Honestly, I love her curvy thick body and she was turning thinner day-by-day and it was concerning me. I just want her to be healthy. It wasn't like I don't like her now, it just I want her fitter. I don't get it, why females deprived themselves from nutrition, to fit in certain body standard. They are good in whatever size they are. They are beautiful and trust me, we men don't like skinny girls.

she asked, biting her lip when he nodded and smiled. “Don’t worry, you’re not heavy. But you really should watch what you eat—you’re way too skinny. I don’t think that’s healthy.” He shook his head, and Amara scowled. “You notice everything... I am watching what I eat. I’m just naturally slim—it’s called being fit.” “Fit means having some meat on your bones. Look at you—you’re skin and bones. Doesn’t that worry you? Because it definitely worries me.” “Hey! Don’t mess with my body! My health isn’t what I’m worried about right now!”