My boyfriend is genuinely one of the sweetest, gentlest souls on earth. He makes me feel safe, he checks up on me constantly, and he's easily the best thing that has happened to me this year. We're both 19. Yet every time he pulls me in close, this insidious voice in my head starts whispering that I'm completely inadequate. I have a very fast metabolism and have been severely skinny my whole life. I have almost no curves or soft fat on me. Every time we hug, I obsess over the thought that he's just holding a bag of bones. Who wants to cuddle someone sharp and boney? He tells me I'm beautiful, but in a world obsessed with hourglass figures and soft femininity, I can't shake off the feeling that I lack what a woman is supposed to feel like. I hate how my own insecurities ruin moments of pure affection. How do you stop your own brain from sabotaging genuine love?