Change of Perspective

I wipe the steam off the mirror and look at the girl staring back. Pale skin, dark brown, medium length hair, oval face, with amber/green eyes, and normal looking lips (not too big or little). My teeth are crooked and because of that it looks like I fangs (on the top and bottom). I not horrible to look at not what I think is a knock out by any means. My body is a whole other story. Big boobs (DD to be exact), wide hips, only 5'5'', with love handles and little bit of a tummy. Normal looking "fat" girls, right? I have never had a strong confidence about myself. Since I was 12 I have constantly been teased and tormented by my peers. Just because Mother Nature (the bitch) wanted to hate me earlier than the other girls my age. Heck one girl thought I actually had a boob job at 14! Who in the hell would want DD's at that age!? Hell for awhile I thought who the hell would want me? But that all changed when I met him. He changed my whole thought process and world for that matter. For the Better or worse? I am not entirely sure yet.