Celebrity Imagines

Insecure-Nilsa Prowant

I want to thank iloveemmachamberlain for requesting this imagine! Thank you for being patient with me and waiting for this imagine to be written! I hope you love this one love!!

*prompt: the reader gets insecure, and  Nilsa helps the reader become less insecure about themselves. 

'Flaws' That's all I saw in myself when I looked in the mirror. I couldn't stand what was staring back at me. Everyone has insecurities yes, but when that's all you see in yourself on a constant basis, you begin to break-down. Nilsa, my gorgeous girlfriend, is beyond stunning in every way possible. I never really understood why she would waste her time and energy on a insecure mess like myself. I plopped down on our bed and let out an exasperated sigh. 

"Babe? Are you busy?"

"If worrying about the way I look counts as being busy, then yes, I am."

I heard Nilsa's footsteps trudging up the stairs and making their way to our bedroom. I shifted my gaze over to Nilsa as she walked through the door and strode her way over to me. I felt the bed dip down as she laid next to me. I felt Nilsa grab me by my waste and pull me closer to her.

"What's going on with you today?"

I tried avoiding her gaze not wanting to go into detail about how I was feeling.

"I just--I'm just feeling a little insecure about myself; especially today in general."

"Babe, what are feeling insecure about? Talk to me. Let me in and let me help you."

I didn't want to be a burden and blabber on about what was bothering me about myself. I didn't want to be the girlfriend who can't take a compliment. Maybe Nilsa is better off with someone else; someone who can be by her side and not feel like an energy sucker. 

"I don't know. I don't want to burden you."

"Babe, you're not a burden to me. You never have been. I want to make you feel beautiful about yourself because you are beautiful."

I think I just choked on my own tears.

"Every time I look at myself in the mirror all I see is flaws. I hate my nose, my small breasts, my lips, I hate the fact that I still struggle with acne even though I'm an adult, I just hate everything about me."

I could feel the waterfall of tears start to flow down my cheeks. I hated that I was becoming vulnerable in front of Nilsa. I was always the one who put a front on and could mask anything, but not this time. 

"Babe, I love your nose because it suits your features and makes you unique. I adore your small breasts because they fit your body shape perfectly, and they also feel amazing during sexy-time. I admire your lips because every time we kiss I feel like I'm in a whole different world. You make me feel euphoric. Love, you're not the only one who struggles with adult acne. You're still beautiful despite having acne. Acne doesn't define who you are as a person; I'll still love and accept you regardless. Lastly, you'll always be pure perfection in my eyes. No matter what love, you're the one I want to spend my life with. You complete me and make me whole. You have nothing to be insecure about. No matter the flaw, I'll love you for you."

Dammit man, why do you have to be all sappy and make me feel good about myself?

"You really think so?"

"I really do."

There was no point in arguing with Nilsa about this topic. I knew she was right and I knew she would win. Just hearing those words come from her, gave me reason to learn to love myself just the way I am. 

"Thank you baby. Just your words alone have helped me."

"Anytime you're feeling down about yourself or insecure love, just come and talk to me. I'm always going to be here for you ___. I'm always going to help you love who you are as a person. I love you."

"I love you too."

I turned on my side and gently pressed my lips on Nilsa's. I felt her hands grip my hips and pull me on top of her. I couldn't help but giggle into the kiss trying my hardest not to ruin the moment. She was my rock and my anchor who held me down and helped me out when I needed her the most.