You stared at the mirror in disgust.

You couldn't believe that anybody could find you attractive, especially your boyfriend Miles. He was way to pretty for you.

Miles didn't think that though. He though you were the prettiest boy he ever laid eyes on. He made sure to tell you that everyday.

Today was a bad dysphoria day. You were picking out every flaw. Thats when Miles came and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"What's wrong, pretty boy?"