Imagine yourself, it’s December and you’re curled up in an oversized sweater and leggings, collecting your sweater in your hands to keep them from burning as you pick up your mug of hot chocolate and take a sip. Your s/o comes next to you and kisses you on the forehead, calling you beautiful. They curl up with you and you both sit by the fireplace, sipping drinks and not needing to speak. You’re finally delicate, and graceful. Finally thin and content. You’re finally happy.