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She vigorously nodded, "If your body isn't attractive, then what does that make me? A third-rate cripple? Look at you, lean and strong, with just the right amount of muscles." As she spoke, she poked his chest and abs with her finger. "Also, your head-to-shoulder ratio is excellent, with an elegant neckline..." she continued, her fingers exploring the mentioned areas, "Your body is incredibly beautiful. Your proportions are nearly perfect, with a height-to-head ratio of almost 9. Your legs are long and straight, and your hips..." Suddenly, her voice faltered. Oh no! Was she really discussing his body with him? "Anyway, your body... is great," she concluded. Blushing, she hastily lowered her

“I know your flaws. They’re part of what makes you so beautiful.” She swallowed, looking down as she mumbled, “I’m dowdy and frumpy.” “You don’t need sexy clothes for your natural, effortless beauty.” “I’m a klutz.” She looked down at her empty plate, feeling depressed. “And I eat too much.” “You eat the exact right amount for your perfect body.” “My what?” She gasped out a laugh, even as her throat ached with pain. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it. I’m chubby.”

I pulled on some shorts and a plain white T, grabbed the map of the campus from my desk and set out to find the pool. While I originally thought about going to the pool, I decided I’d prefer the ocean. I always used to go there to clear my mind and gain some perspective, and that’s exactly what I needed to do. Unfortunately it took me about an hour to arrive, luckily for me the beach appeared empty. I assumed it was a private beach for the students, and since I hadn’t seen many on my way out here, I was happy to be alone. I plopped my things down in the sand and walked out to the shallow water and stuck my toes in Relief. It was as if all the stress poured out of me and into the waves, I lai

His hands trail to my stomach and I flinch. "Relax my princess. Let me admire your perfect body." Mason gushes and my cheeks redden. My perfect body? He thinks I am perfect? Apart from Chloe, nobody ever told me I have a perfect body. All I ever heard was how ugly my body was. How unfit I was and disgusting I made people feel when looking at me. Yet,here is a man claiming that I have a perfect and beautiful body.

But this wasn't the Amelia I knew from work, this version of Amelia was barely wearing anything at all a tiny black thong that was essentially just a string, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, and what could generously be called a bra but was really just two minuscule triangles of sheer fabric that covered only her nipples. Her body was absolutely perfect in that way that seemed almost impossible in real life. Every curve was exactly where it should be, her skin was flawless, and she moved with the kind of confidence that came from knowing she was the most desirable woman in any room she entered. The reaction from every male in the vicinity was immediate, primal, and vocal. "Holy

Jethson’s pov Florian stepped out of the changing room, The designer dressing shirt almost clinging to his body and the pants were perfect on him. “Damn” I cursed, letting my eyes roam on him as he pushes his curls back. “What do you think?” He said as he rolled up his sleeves, “it is nice but it not something I would wear” Florian said, “I think it is perfect, fits…your figure. It doesn't hide slender…body” I said, my eyes settled on his hips.

The only beautiful thing about me is the dress I'm wearing, which doesn't even belong to me. And it would probably look better on some other girl with a fuller figure. Flora stands beside me in front of the mirror. She would look beautiful in this dress, with her rosy, firm, and delicate face, unblemished by freckles like mine. Even her short brown hair has volume and shine. The maid's uniform flatters her attributes. Flora is probably only a few inches shorter than I am, but she has more body and a better distribution of curves than I do. I'm just a stick with legs and arms.

Even after sharing it with the senior assistant that joined her to attend to Aurelia, it will still be big money. "The green color matches your beautiful eye, the slit at the side exposes your perfect thighs and long legs, the neck is designed in such a way that flatters your neckline and boobs, its back is transparent in some spots, showcasing your flawless skin, the curve in the front exposes your flat belly. This is perfect. Sexy without being slutty. The essentials are properly covered while the rest shows your innate loveliness and perfect body" the senior assistant said, walking around Aurelia. "Not to mention it gives easy access, the king can easily lift it up to your belly or remove

And they had eaten it up. I scrolled through some of the comments, my eyes skimming words like hot, more please, fuck I can’t stop watching, perfect body, do this again soon. My stomach twisted. It should’ve been flattering. And maybe a part of me did like it, but another part just felt… exposed.

A clinical observation, like a doctor noting a symptom. “Thank you,” I said, my voice was barely beyond a whisper. “But beauty is not enough here. Not at VFS. Not on international runways. Not in front of the world’s most ruthless photographers. Do you understand?” I nodded. My palms began to sweat. "I’ve had a look at your portfolio. Your body is-” she paused, eyeing me with that hawk-like scrutiny again, “Naturally proportioned, by industry standards. Gorgeous, yes. But too soft in some places.”