I looked at myself in the mirror, sighing. Turning to the left, I could see how much I'd gained. I'm not sure if it's muscles or it's fat. Either way, I don't like it.
I can't do anything about it too. I can't exactly go to the gym because I'll most likely trigger the asthma attack. That worries me because I'm going to gain and Jackson won't love me anymore.
Maybe I should cut down on eating. Jackson's been feeding me. I'm grateful for it, but at the same time, I can see the negative effects. Now I won't be as hot as he is. And my cheeks. They're chubbier than before I met him.
"Ugh," I whined, covering my stomach.
"What's wrong my-" I yelped, caught off guard. Jackson frowned, standing outside the closet door. "Love, what's wrong?" He walked in. I was only wearing the underwear, c
