Sarah Brightman has a song called "Beautiful." And it really is beautiful! I was listening to the song when I felt inspired to write this shorty. This is for everybody who struggles with body image. Believe it or not, there is something beautiful about you! :)

You're Beautiful

Misaki had just gotten out of the shower. He dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He lazily trudged over to the bathroom sink and looked into the mirror as he ran a comb through his wet deep brown hair. As he combed his hair, he focused his view on his eyes. They were big and green and reflective. He studied his face in the mirror. His eyebrows were thin and capable of emphasizing any emotion that ever crept over his face. His lips were thin, and they fell in line to accentuate his boyishness. His chin was little but could definitely quiver in a flash of anger. I guess my face is okay, he thought to himself.

His eyes lowered in the mirror towards his bare chest. The flesh was pale, and his chest was flat and had absolutely no muscle. He was definitely a wimp. His arms were puny and had no traces of muscles developing whatsoever. Misaki frowned. Don't people like a guy who has more meat on himself and some muscles, for heaven's sake? Maybe I ought to start working out and lift some weights. His eyes fell down to his waist. He suddenly became afraid.

He walked over to a full length mirror and stood. He slowly pulled the towel off and dropped it. He looked at his body. He was a small and mostly thin figure of a boy. His legs were long and skinny. Misaki cleared his throat and then looked at his modest organ that rested between his two slim thighs. It was smaller than he would have wanted, though not tiny. How on earth can this satisfy Usagi-san? Misaki touched it and looked carefully, wondering how such a piece of flesh, as modest as it was, could arouse Usami when the older man would perform oral sex on him. He turned around to look at his butt; it was small with a dimple on each cheek. He turned back to look at the mirror and himself. Misaki frowned even more and sighed. His body was scrawny, pale. Nothing desirable about it. How could Usagi-san like this? How could he like me? What does he get out of this pathetic body of mine? The teen's face was discouraged. He slowly leaned down to pick up the towel. When he stood back up, he was startled to see Usami in the mirror, standing behind him.

Misaki was about to cover himself up when the older man took hold of the towel and gently pulled it out from Misaki's hands. The brown-haired boy felt very insecure about his body and he blushed. He attempted to turn away from the mirror, but Usami gently placed his hands on the teen's shoulders and turned him back to the mirror. Misaki wanted to cry, but he looked in the mirror and saw Usami's soft eyes looking lovingly at his body. There was no trace of criticalness or disapproval. Usami smiled and murmured, "Beautiful. Misaki, you are beautiful." He slowly wrapped his arms around the teen's chest and rested his chin on Misaki's shoulder. The teen looked ahead and caught Usami's warm lavender eyes looking straight into his. He blushed more and Usami turned his head to kiss the boy's neck. The older man then straightened up and turned his lover around to face him. "Don't ever feel insecure around me. I love everything about you, Misaki. You are perfect exactly how you are." Misaki leaned into Usami's arms and could not stop his eyes from tearing up. Feeling completely accepted by the older man made Misaki aware of just how loved he really was. Thank you, Usagi-san. I love you too, Misaki thought to himself.

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Hope you liked this! I just wanted to share. :)