"Hey..."

Tifa said nothing as Yuffie came in and sat beside her.

"I'm so ugly," Tifa finally muttered after a few minutes of quiet.

"No you're not, you're still beautiful Tifa, there's just...well there's just more of you now," Yuffie concluded, patting Tifa's huge gut.

"You're just saying that."

"No I'm not. Come on, let's take a look at your reflection."

It took several more minutes but Yuffie eventually got Tifa out of the bed and towards the large mirror.

"See? The fat around your cheeks makes your smile light up. Your stomach shouts to the world that you're in charge of your own figure and not conforming to any standard of normal beauty out there. All the weight on your butt is also quite intimidating so it's not like you'll lose any respect there."

"Yuffie..." Tifa wheezed, fat face turning red, "I'm so out of shape just moving over here has tired me out. There's nothing good about any of this!"