Note: Kamryn and Miranda are Damon's tour dancers who I made up for the purpose of the story
Emily stood in front of the bathroom mirror staring at her tiny frame. She studied her face in the mirror. Emily swallowed hard trying not to cry. She'd always known her look was unique and different but she usually saw that as a good thing but after a comment left on a picture she posted on twitter, now she wasn't as sure.
Emily knew it was ridiculous and stupid to let a random person's comment shake her confidence when she was blessed with so many friends and family who thought otherwise but she couldn't help herself. For whatever reason, the words that this person wrote cut deeper than she dared admit.
Emily's fingers traced her stomach to the curves of her hips shuddering slightly when she felt her rib bone slightly protruding through her skin. Emily bit her lip still trying hard not to cry. Damon always told her he loved her just the she was, but she couldn't help thinking maybe he wished for someone more like Kamryn and Miranda who looked more womanly and curvier.
A tear finally managed to escape her eye falling onto the gray bath carpet creating a darkened dot on it. As she stood staring at it, she felt pair of arms slide around her waist. "Hello, mustang," Damon smiled as he kissed the top of her head. Emily simply looked at Damon, the tightness in her throat trying to fight back tears hindering her ability to form words at the moment.
"Em, what's wrong?" He stroked her left cheek tenderly wiping away falling tears. Emily turned to her side and burying the side of her face in his shoulder she took a deep breath, absorbing his scent which was musky and a little bit of citrus mixed in before she straightened up and turned to face him she handed him her phone. "Read this," she choked.
It reads " Gregorycarscollection " Emily_Kmetko need to gain some weight she is just skin and bones from where I am from she is not the idea of being pretty or beautiful."
Damon's forehead crinkled as he read the comment, the crevices forming deeper shadows and his eyes grow wider and darker the longer he stared. His arm suddenly jerked away, throwing the phone onto the bed in the next room as he squeezed Emily's waist with a new intensity in his eyes. Em, that's ridiculous. This person's just some desperate idiot who just trying to make a name for himself. Look at yourself in the mirror!"
Emily looked into the mirror, but her frown remained. "Damon?" She whispered still crying. "I know you say I'm beautiful, but don't you… Don't you wish I looked curvier or like other women like Kamryn and Miranda?"
Damon's eyes started tearing up as he looked at Emily's face, placing his hands firmly on the curve of her hips and placing his head on her shoulder. "Absolutely not," he whispered into her ear. "Never in my life could I ever imagine someone more beautiful. Every inch of you is perfect to me. I love the way your eyes sparkle when you are looking at me when I am singing to you and the way you bite your lower lip when you are thinking. You're beautiful and don't you ever forget it."
Emily finally smiled and stopped crying, sighing as she leaned into his chest clad in his leather jacket, allowing the soft thuds of his heart to calm her. Damon turns her around so she is facing him and kisses her on the lips full of love and passion.
An hour later Emily looks at her twitter and sees that Damon made a comment on the same photo saying " Damon_Young I've got a girl by my side who is beautiful inside and out. You look beautiful babe I love you Emily_Kmetko"
She may not be everyone's vision of pretty but to him she was