She moved the cover off her body. I saw the stretch marks on her thighs. She lifted up her t-shirt and I saw some more on her stomach. They were dark but they were cute.
"They're beautiful", I rubbed the ones on her stomach.
"You're just saying that to make me feel better"
"I'm not, I really adore them. If girls have to body shame you, it's wack. It isn't attractive to tore someone down for your happiness. You're beautiful and your body is beautiful.
"You mean that?", she sniffed.
"Yeah I do"