You were sobbing in your room, the sound muffled by the pillow you had buried your face in. Your shoulders shook with every ragged breath, the taste of salt on your lips from the tears that kept falling.

Your ex had cheated on you last week, and the things he said afterward still rang in your head like they were carved there. He had looked you over with that cold expression and told you your body was the problem—that your tits were too small, your hips not wide enough, your ass too flat to keep him interested.