When you look in the mirror with tears in your eyes
wishing, hoping, praying your reflection would die
your nose is too big
your thighs are too fat
your lips are too small
boobs wont grow at all
you stand there looking at yourself, wondering who could love such a beast
when he walks in the door
with a look of dissatisfaction?
not in the least
he smiles at you
you smile back
he loves you for you and that is that
