You say I'm beautiful.
But do you mean it?
Will you still think I'm beautiful when you wake up at 5:00am and see my tangled hair and drool stuck to my face?
Will you still think I'm beautiful when you see my scars?
Will you still think I'm beautiful when you know everything about me?
Will you still think I'm beautiful when I call you late at night and I'm falling over drunk?
Will you still think I'm beautiful when you see every inch of me?
When you see every flaw?
When you see me break down crying in front of the Mirror because I just feel so ugly?
When I'm two months pregnant and I throw up all over my self? When you see my blood shot eyes with bags under them because I barely sleep?
Will you still think I'm beautiful then?
Please tell me you will.
Because you make me feel beautiful in every way possible!
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