I wake up everymorning and discover reasons to love the woman looking back at me.
I love that this women is funny.
I love that she is smart.
I love that she is charming
I love that she never takes no as an answer
I love that she is a ***** because "******* get **** done"
But there is one thing that I know she can not stand anymore...
the blemishes on her face that make her believe she is ugly.
The scars and imperfections make her feel as if she is not ment to be looked upon as beautiful or flawless.
She blame no one but herself.