As I sat in my bathroom that evening, bawling my eyes out, I came to a realization; I am a very ugly crier. I think crying being ugly is something that humans just innately have a concept of, but I think it takes a real and true mental breakdown in front of a bathroom mirror for a person to come to terms with how ugly their face can actually be. But I came to another realization, besides just the fact that my face can get really ugly...

You have been there for every ugly face.

For the ones that come along with mental breakdowns, when my eyes are raw and pink and my entire face is red and, when I cry hard enough, that strange, chapped line shows above my upper lip that is slightly reminiscent of a mustache.

For the ones that come along when I'm really really really ******* and my left eyebrow raises and the left side of my mouth curls up into a snarl and I end up looking a helluva lot like my dog did when he was angry.

For the ones that come along when I am so utterly repulsed by the stupidity of humanity that every single one of my ****** features is centralized at the middle of my face and contorted in such a way that can only be an expression of disgust.

But you've been there for the other faces too...

Like the one that I make when I tell you stories about people at school not knowing what "****" means.

Or the one I make when I'm laughing so hard I look like I'm dying.

Or the one I make when I'm smiling so idiotically about a boy that my canine teeth protrude abnormally from the sides of my mouth.

You've been there for every face.

The ones that you deal with looking at when I'm sobbing because you know I need you to.

Or the one's you say are "pretty" with an expression of disgust and hilarity after you've seen one of the selfies I send my friends on snapchat.

Or the ones you say are pretty, even when I don't see it myself...
You've been there for every face.


You've loved me


at my best,



at my worst,



and at my ugliest.



And for that, I can


never



ever



ever



thank you enough.