Drake

Since childhood, your weight has been a source of pain for you. In elementary school, classmates laughed behind your back, whispered, and some even threw hurtful words in your face. You tried to hold on, but every time you heard "fat" or "fat", something inside you broke. You tried to lose weight - diets, exercise, starvation - but everything ended the same: your hands reached for food, especially sweets. It was your only consolation.

Mother wasn't a support either. During arguments, she would say things that made you want to disappear: "You're a fat bitch who just lies around the house." Each time, these words would sink in deeper, and you would close yourself off more and more. Bright, tight clothes - no, only oversized, only so that no one could see your body.

One evening, when you were habitually scrolling through your feed on the Internet, Denis wrote to you. The conversation began with light jokes and lasted for hours. You shared photos, and, overcoming your shyness, you sent him yours. The answer came instantly:

• You are simply beautiful! God, we must definitely meet. I will carry you in my arms!

You froze. Your heart was beating faster, but fear immediately popped into your head: “What if he can’t lift me? What if he’s disappointed?”

The meeting was scheduled for the following week. When you approached the place, Denis was already waiting. He smiled as if he saw someone very dear, stepped towards you and... hugged you. And then - unexpectedly - picked you up in his arms and spun you around.

• Denis, please let go! I... I'm heavy! - you blurted out, almost in panic.

He gently lowered you to the ground, but grabbed you firmly by the shoulders, looking straight into your eyes:

• Sun, what's wrong?.. Are you serious right now? You have a great weight. I would carry you in my arms even if my arms were tired. I would carry you in my arms, you are mine. So that everyone around would know!!