Reflections on Imperfections

Love Blossoms

I’m so scared that I won’t live up to your expectations. I think of all these women that have come before me and their perfect bodies. Then I stare at myself in the mirror where all my flaws are magnified.

You couldn’t possibly want to be with me after you see what I look like under all these layers. I may look beautiful to you when I’m all covered up. But I can’t stand the thought of being naked before you as you analyze every freckle, every blemish, every scar.

Would you turn away after just one look? Or would you hold me and kiss my imperfections?

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