It’s just that the simple act of being in love with you, is enough for me.

“I’ve got this thing- on my tummy. What’s the word? What’s it called?” 
“A muffin top. I have one too.” 
“I unbuttoned my jeans five minutes ago just looking at this (pizza).” 
“Let me ask you a question- in all the years you’ve ever undressed in front of a gentleman- has he ever asked you to leave? Has he ever walked out? Left?” 
“No.” 
“Because he doesn’t care. He’s in a room with a naked girl. He’s won the lottery. I’m so tired of saying no and then waking up in the morning and recalling every single thing that I ate the day before. Counting every calorie I consumed so I know exactly how much self loathing to take into the shower. I have no interest in being obese. I’m just through with the guilt. “