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Trevor never, ever joked about your insecurities. He knew every single one of them, and you knew his, as well. The two of you trusted each other, and never intended to hurt the other. Of course, you were never truly insecure about your weight. I mean, sure, you had your moments, like every other girl, but loving yourself made you feel good, and you felt confident in your own skin. After meeting Trevor, he made you feel like you were invincible, and you loved it. You loved him for it, and you told him constantly. Now, recently you'd been getting some amount of hate from people who were jealous of you, and most of the comments were talking about how you were fat, because you weren't a size double zero or whatever. Trevor had asked you about it, worried, but you brushed it off, not letting them bother you. Or, at least, that's what you made people believe. It got under your skin sometimes, it really did, but you wanted it to go away. And the best way to do that was to ignore them. Until one day, Trevor actually retweeted one of the tweets. You weren't sure if it was intentional, but the tweet read along the lines of, "(y/n) really needs to lay off the chocolate if she wants to look good at the awards show". You were beyond furious with your boyfriend, and confronted him right away. You swore at him, you screamed at him, you even threw a few things at him. You told him at least five times that insecurities were nothing to joke about, and he, of all people, should know that. The whole time his head was hung in shame. "You know what,Trevor ? Just... just call me when you've decided to man up, okay?"