For the first year we were together,she never wanted me to see her thighs. She would always wrap a towel around her waist to go in and out of the shower and she had this ingenious way of going to the beach or pool with her towel covering her, which she would then fling off with just before she was submerged in the water. Getting dressed and buying clothes for her was a nightmare. Choosing what to wear for dinners out and going to clubs was torture, and no matter how many people loved her and told her she was beautiful, which she was, she was obsessed with her thighs beyond hope.