Yes, I’m insecure at times. Alright, who am I kidding? I’m insecure most of the time. I’m not one of those girls on tv, on billboards, on magazines, I’m just me. Around me, I see all these girls that look like those kinds of girls while I’m just walking around looking just like plain jane. I don’t have the clearest complexion, the double d boobs, the coke bottle shaped body, the long hair don’t care thing going on, I’m not perfect, I’m nowhere near perfect. I’m pretty stubborn and I’ll admit that sometimes if I don’t get it my way, I’ll throw a bitch fit here and there.

But there you are, accepting me for all that I am, never once making me feel like I had to change anything physically about myself. You compliment me everyday on how pretty you think I am. But….actions speak louder then words. And then there you go again..you pull me in like it’s your first time being able to hold me. And this happens every single time you pull me into your arms. You look at me with those eyes that you don’t even have to whisper to me that you love me cause your eyes tell me so. When I’m in the “oh you fancy huh” mode, you make me feel beautiful, and when I’m in the “i just woke up from bed” mode, you still make me feel beautiful, EVEN though I do deny your words, the way you pull me in every time,  and the way your eyes look at me, no matter how fancy or shitty I look, shows me that not a single lie has ever came out of your mouth.

No matter if I’m dressed up, wearing all types of makeup, hair all done, OR if I’m just bumming it out with absolutely nothing on my face, eye glasses on, hair all fucked up in a bun, sweatshirt, and sweatpants, no matter what I look like or what I wear, you’re always proud to show me off to anyone and everyone.

Now honestly, tell me how many guys these days do that? I’m glad I was lucky enough to find a rare one this time around..