I never quite grasp the concept of loving yourself.
I've always had something I don't like.
My hair is too short
My teeth over lap
My acne is bad
My face is too fat
My eyes are too small
My lips are too chapped
I could go on and on about all of my flaws.
But when I'm with you, I seem to forget that I'm not perfect because you treat me like I am.
Isn't it funny how one person can change the way you see yourself?
Dedicated to my wonderful boyfriend who probably doesn't even read what I post.
I love you Adam. <3 (;
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