Rose loved her girlfriend.

With every single fiber in her being.

She viewed her as an angel on earth.

She was just so perfect and beautiful and everything in between.

So imagine her shock when she found her in their bedroom in her undergarments, taking a bit of her pudgy belly and squishing it, looking at herself in the mirror, judging herself.

Uh oh. It's that time again.

Rose hated when her girlfriend puts herself down, especially about her appearance.

Sure, she was a bit pudgy, but that just made her even more adorable.

Sometimes she hated her modeling job. She hates the toxic beauty standards they enforce, making people who didn't fit into them feel insecure, including her girlfriend.

She signed and went up to her from behind, wrapping her arms around her body and kissing her neck, leaving a red lipstick mark there.

"You're perfect just the way you are doll. Don't let those idiots make you think anything else."

Although one couldn't see Rose's eyes due to her hair covering them, they could still feel the love and devotion she feels for her doll.