You always ask me what I'm thinking of and I must admit if you knew my true thoughts you will never see me the same again.
Constantly I am thinking about how I could possibly feel beautiful at night when I eat anything during the day.
I can't tell you this because you might worry for me. You would say I am beautiful always.
While this helps it feels as though you are putting a band-aid on a cavernous wound. One that was small many years ago, but recently was infected, left untreated and ignored because of how ugly it is to me. I am embarrassed that I love you more then I love myself.
So I won't reveal what I'm truly thinking to you ever. Instead I smile, blush even, and say I cannot stop thinking of you.