Requested by sorryhi: Y/N is plus sized and every time she looks in the mirror, she hates her body. But Tom thinks that she's beautiful, and then picks her up like she's nothing to prove a point.

*Please note: firstly, as the request suggests, this one-shot contains themes of weight and the reader feeling unhappy with their body, so please don't read this chapter if that's something that's too much for you, I will be back soon with lighter chapters. Secondly, I mention the reader's numeric size in this, it's based on UK sizes so y'all can figure that out for yourself lol. Finally, and potentially most importantly, as long as you are healthy, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. Weight is ultimately just a number, and it's not one that defines you. You are beautiful as long as you are healthy, everyone please remember that. Love you guys, enjoy, and stay safe xoxo*

My eyes fluttered open, my lips parting into a yawn as I was slowly but surely pulled out of sleep. As my eyes fully opened, they fell upon the bright red numbers of Tom's alarm clock. And that was I shit myself.

"Oh, shit!" I gasped, my eyes widening and my body immediately shooting out of Tom's bed as I saw that I had overslept by a good half an hour. Making me very late for work. I started to hop around Tom's bedroom as I desperately got undressed, my hands pulling at my pyjamas to undress myself as I grabbed some of the clothes that lived at my boyfriend's apartment to get dressed into. But in my attempt to get quickly undressed, I stumbled into the line of his full-length mirror. I stopped as I saw myself, my eyes wavering and my heart plummeting at the always unwelcomed sight of my own body in just my underwear. I swallowed thickly and tried not to cry, everything in me screaming the worst things at me as my eyes skimmed over the lumpy and fat-ridden bits of my body. Since I had hit puberty, I had been considered plus-size due to my size sixteen body, and the bits of fat that sat on my stomach, hips, ass and legs. Everyone from my parents, to my best friends, to my amazing boyfriend of three years reassured me that my size meant nothing, and that I was perfect regardless, but I'd always struggled to believe that I was beautiful due to my weight, and the mental strain that I carried with that. I wasn't to be mistaken, I was a healthy person, but puberty had just catapulted me into a life within a fuller-figured body. My amazing boyfriend, Tom, reassured me at every chance that he got that I was beautiful, and that he loved me for every inch of me that there was, but I always struggled to believe him. I knew that it hurt him almost as much as it hurt me to beat myself up so much, but I simply couldn't help it. I hated my plus-size body, and I sadly couldn't see that changing anytime soon.

"Darling, you okay?" I turned around, my eyes widening slightly in surprise as I forced myself to give Tom a small smile as he appeared at the doorway to his room.

"Apart from being late for work, I'm fine." I chuckled and nodded as I grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Tom's eyes widened.

"Fuck-sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I thought that you were off today, I would have woken you up if I'd have realised." He gulped apologetically as I also quickly pulled my jeans on to finish dressing myself.

"It's okay, Tommy, you didn't know. But I do have to go. I love you." I nodded as I rushed to him and pecked his lips before running past him.

"Love you too, darling!" He called after me, making me smile to myself and admittedly let my heart flutter slightly in my chest as I grabbed my bag before rushing out of his apartment, and to the dread that was work.

I lay on my side in bed, tears streaming relentlessly down my face as I just lay in the comfort of my sheets that still smelt like Tom, despite me having slept at his for the last week. But I had to admit that I would give anything to be in his loving arms right now. I had made the monumentally stupid decision to go clothes' shopping after work, which had naturally turned into a disaster. Despite sticking to clothes my size, nothing had looked nice, everything had been way too snug, and the stretches in between, when I had been left to stare at my body in just underwear, had made that ten times worse. And so to say that I now felt shit about myself was an extreme understatement. I felt huge, I felt fucking disgusting, I felt like I was completely unable to be loved. I knew that Tom would inevitably say otherwise, but I really couldn't see myself believing him right now, my mind was doing such a good job of convincing myself that I was fucking grotesque. I snapped out of my thoughts as my phone buzzed again, making me look down at me. Speaking of Tom, I thought as my eyes wavered.

Tommy: Please, love, I'm getting worried about you. I'm coming over, I need to know that you're okay xxx.

Tears pricked my eyes as my gaze drifted back away from my phone. The stupid fucking decisions had continued when I'd made the impulsive decision to text Tom about how I'd been feeling shitty about myself...and then had promptly ignored all of the texts that he'd sent me in the hours since. I regretted even telling him, as I didn't want to be a burden to him, and him coming over to check on me would only make that worse. Though, guessing from his text, it was already too late to stop that part. As if on cue, I heard my front door open.

"My love? Are you here?" Tom's slightly desperate voice called out only seconds later.

"Bedroom, Tommy." I replied with the loudest voice that I could muster. Within seconds, I heard the door open behind me. A gentle sigh followed the equally quiet creak of the wood, and before I knew it, Tom was kneeling down in front of me. My boyfriend gave me a small smile, making me return it forcefully through tears as he raised his hand and cupped my cheek.

"What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours, sweetheart? Come on, talk to me, please." He nodded, the eyes that I'd fallen in love with flicking over my face as his thumb gently rubbed over the skin of my cheek. I bit my lip and looked at him, everything in me desperately trying not to cry, but I knew that I'd lose that battle soon enough.

"I just...I feel so fucking ugly, Tommy. I know that you hate me using that word to describe myself, but it's true. Every time that I look in the mirror, all I see is this hideous whale of a woman. All I see is the disgusting fat rolls, all of the skin that should be clinging to my figure, but isn't because of what lies underneath. And none of it is good, either. I always feel disgusting and I hate myself, and I love you, Tommy, but nothing that you can say right now will convince me otherwise." I choked and shook my head as tears started to freely leave my eyes. Tom's eyes wavered at my words, my boyfriend also starting to cry as he gave me a small smile, but I could tell that it was forced.

"Okay. Stand up, darling." He nodded as he stood up, and took my hand in his as he did. My eyebrows furrowed and I looked at him.

"What?" I scoffed as he started to pull me up until I was fully standing from my bed, and was instead standing in front of him. Without any more warning, Tom swiped my legs from underneath me and picked me up bridal style, making my eyes widen.

"Tommy?! What are you doing?!" I squealed, my hands quickly raising to grip his shoulders so that he wouldn't drop me.

"I'm proving a point, my love. That's what I'm doing." He smiled cheekily, making me laugh and shake my head as he started to do squats whilst still holding me firmly in his arms.

"Fuck you, put me down!" I laughed. He smirked and kissed my cheek before putting me down, and resting his hands on my waist. He bit his lip and looked at me.

"You said that nothing that I could say would convince you that you weren't ugly and disgusting. But I'm hoping that what I just did was enough instead. You noticed how I picked you up like you were a feather? You noticed how I literally did squats whilst holding you?" He scoffed and shook his head.

"That means nothing, you're so strong-."

"Shush, my love." He smiled, making me playfully roll my eyes and look at him as he placed his index finger against my lips to shut me up.

"I wasn't able to do that because I'm strong. I was able to do that because you're not fat. You're not ugly or disgusting, you're not overweight, but even if you were, I would love you, because you'll always be perfect to me. But the truth is that you're not. I lifted you up to prove you wrong, darling, because you're wrong. Everything about you is perfect, and I never want you to forget that. Your looks, your height, your weight, your brains, all of it is perfect. And I will always love you for all of it." He shook his head, his gorgeous eyes flicking over my face as he held me in his arms. I couldn't help but bite my lip in a weak attempt to not cry, every word going straight to my heart and only filling it with more love for Tom as we stared into each other's eyes.

"You really mean that, Tommy?" I whispered.

"Every word, darling. No matter what your size, you are perfect to me. And you always will be." He reassured before leaning down and gently kissing me. I returned it, my eyes fluttering shut as I held his face, and his hands held my waist. Before this moment, I hadn't thought it possible to love Tom any more than I already had, and yet he had just proved me wrong. The fact that he had gone so far to make me feel better and disprove what I was saying about myself made me so fucking happy, and I'd never let him forget that. This was why I loved Tom, and it was why I'd never let him go. It just made me happier that he'd never let me go, either.