Before I met you

I hated my appearance. I checked every mirror I came across, each time trying to tease my hair the right way, smudge my eyeliner the right way, and tried to cover up the tiny blemishes that to me took over my whole face. I would only not wear eyeliner when I ran out and was too broke to buy more. I dyed my hair religiously to avoid even the slightest root showing because I felt it made my bad appearance worse. I was self-conscious about my thinness because growing up I got picked on because people thought I had an eating disorder. People would tell me I was pretty and I wouldn’t believe them. I would hold my head low, eyes to the ground, nobody special.

Upon meeting you, I felt comfortable in my own skin. You run your hands across my face and I can feel your eyes pierce through me as you call me gorgeous. Nobody has ever said that before.With you I feel beautiful when I wake up in the morning and you wrap your arms around me and won’t let go. My hair’s a mess, no makeup, morning breath, yet you still kiss me, you still love me. You make it okay not to wear makeup because I know you like my big nose and even though you make fun of the pimples on my forehead I know you just want me to laugh at them and you’re happy that I’m comfortable enough not to cover them up.

You make me feel beautiful, and for that I thank you.