Chapter One.

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by shamyfanfics

by shamyfanfics

Heya! It's me again. I'm so much better at doing little stories, I always have no idea how to finish my big stories. Accepting requests! If there is a shamy story you'd like to read just tell me and I will write it. You will get credit for the idea. I love you!

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Amy's POV.

My body, soaking wet, goosebumps covered my arms and legs. I wrapped my towel around my hair and started to dry my body. I walked past the mirror catching a glimpse of my reflection. I stopped and turned, inspecting my figure. A frown fell upon my face as my eyes traced the woman who looked back at me. Trying to ignore it, I began to hand dry my hair. Rubbing my now damp brown locks back and forth with my towel, I flipped my head to the other side to attend to all. I glanced over at the mirror and couldn't help but notice how my tummy rolled as I leant on it. It presented me a great deal of discomfort. I hated me. An overwhelming feeling killed me inside as I stood, holding my breath, trying to achieve the tiniest I could get. But I still continued to hate myself as I exhaled.

'No wonder Sheldon didn't want to be physical with me all these years' I thought to myself, 'I look gross.'

Tears filled my eyes, soon to be blinked away.

My thoughts lost track, I continued to judge myself in every way I could find. 'I just want to look like - '

*knock knock knock*
"Amy?"

I jumped. I placed my hand on my heart as I reassured myself it was just Sheldon. My boyfriend continued asking for me through the door 2 more times. I love all his quirks.

*knock knock knock*
"Amy?"

"No..." I began, creating an excuse in my head, "I'm, I'm busy..."

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Sheldon'sPOV.

I stood waiting at the other side of the door with a cup of tea in my hand. I focused on the hot liquid inside as I went to open the door.

"No." She closed it. "I'm getting changed."

"Amy" I began. So many thoughts in my head. " what are you hiding? I'm confused. We normally get changed together, it's nothing I haven't seen before. We live together"

"Fine." She flipped. I began to open the door before she closed it again. "But I'm upset so..." she opened the door again inviting me in.

I put the cup of tea on the dresser. Sitting down on the bed I invited her to sit next to me by patting down on the covers. She shook her head. "No, thank-you"

"Why?"

"Because when I sit down I get rolls on my tummy, it's not attractive"

I was so confused. "Amy", " what's going on?"

"I hate my body" she smiled, before letting out a small sob. "I-" her voice croaked as she struggled to speak.

"B-but" I stumbled, I knew what she needed, but giving advice has never been a strong suit for me.

"Amy, as you know, I'm not very good at comforting people. But I have got a lot of knowledge. Did you know that currently, 80 percent of women in the U.S. are dissatisfied with their appearance? I've never really understood it. As long as you're healthy and you have fully functioning organs it's okay, isn't it? No-one else has been blessed with someone who loves you like I do. Your body is perfect to me. What's wrong with rolls? You're healthy. Besides..." I lifted up my shirt. "I have rolls, too." I smiled.