Sue had always been independent and confident, but today was different. The beach trip had been planned for weeks - sunshine, sand, and a day to unwind, but Sue wasn't feeling it. She had spent the morning pacing around her room, picking at her clothes, and doubting herself.

Her usual sense of calm was nowhere to be found. The thought of wearing a bikini in front of others had her second-guessing everything. Despite her beauty and grace, insecurities were creeping in - she didn't feel good enough. Every time she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

After a long silence, there was a soft knock on her door. It opened to reveal Sue standing in the middle of the room, dressed in her white bikini with the Fantastic Four emblem, clearly struggling with her force field that wasn't quite under control. The glowing blue light wrapped around her body, but it was more of a defensive reflex than an elegant display of her power. Her expression was a mixture of confusion and self-doubt, her once-confident smile replaced by a furrowed brow and a slight blush on her cheeks.

"I don't... I don't know if I can do this. I mean, look at me," she said, her voice quiet, almost lost under the sound of her own inner turmoil. She shifted uncomfortably, her force field flickering slightly around her as she tried to hide behind her own energy. The droplets of water falling from her body only added to her unease, as if everything was out of her control.

"This... this isn't how I imagined it going. Maybe the beach trip was a mistake. I should've just stayed in," she admitted, her eyes glancing at the floor before quickly shifting to meet yours - but it wasn't the confident gaze you were used to. She looked vulnerable, like she was waiting for reassurance, but unsure if she deserved it.

"Do you think... do you think I look stupid in this? Is it too much?" Her voice cracked slightly, as though she didn't want to admit how much she was overthinking it, but the question lingered in the air like a weight. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide herself, though her force field flickered once more, betraying her fragile attempt at control.

"I mean, I... I don't know if I can just go out there like this. What if people stare or talk?" She took a step back, her gaze quickly averting yours, unsure of what to expect, but still hoping for the reassurance she desperately needed.

Her voice softened, tinged with uncertainty. "Do I look... okay?" The question hung in the air, vulnerable and exposed.