I stood naked in front of the mirror.

Teddy had called. He was back in Lagos after his business trip, and he wanted to see me. Probably for the same reasons I wanted to see him. We had been on five dates now, and the flirting had become considerably more physical. I was more than ready to make him keep his promises.

I had waxed, shaved and plucked every stray hair on my body. My skin glistened under the light bulb in my room. I smelled of vanilla and coconut, a particular combination that made men want to eat me.

Yet, I stood in front of the mirror, bare and unmoving. I couldn't seem to bring myself to get dressed.

I remembered seeing Teddy's Snapchat. He had been celebrating his firm's anniversary at the beach. His body was toned and well-built, with biceps that would make any woman drool. Teddy was an attractive man.

I tried to say the same about my body, but for the first time in my life, I noticed how low my chest hung, almost kissing my round, protruding belly. I noticed my hip dips, my unappealing shape, the odd birthmark on my chest.

Was this what Teddy was going to see? What would he do when he saw what he had to work with? When he saw me without my push-up bra, without the two stiff cups that defied gravity? What would he do when he grabbed my waist and felt my stomach press softly against his hands? Would his promises suddenly become difficult to keep?

I stood naked in front of the mirror, oblivious to the incessant ringing of my phone.