Sometimes, I look at myself and only see flaws. The tired eyes, the messy hair, the bare face, the version of me that I often criticize before anyone else even can. Most of the time, I feel ugly, not because someone told me I am, but because that’s how harshly I see myself.
But somehow, in his eyes, I become someone entirely different.
To him, I’m beautiful on my worst days. Kahit walang ligo, walang ayos, walang make up, kahit bagong gising o pagod na pagod na ako, he still looks at me the same way. As if I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
And maybe that’s what love really does.
It makes you feel seen beyond your insecurities. Beyond the imperfections you keep trying to hide. He doesn’t wait for me to look perfect before making me feel loved. He loves me in the rawest, most ordinary moments, when I’m quiet, when I’m messy, when I don’t even feel confident in my own skin.
There’s something healing about being loved by someone who sees beauty in you even when you can’t see it yourself.
Because while the world teaches us that beauty is something we need to earn through filters, makeup, nice clothes, or perfect appearances, real love reminds you that you were already beautiful to begin with.
And maybe I still have days where I doubt myself. Days where I don’t feel enough. But his love slowly teaches me to become gentler with the woman I see in the mirror.
Through his eyes, I’m learning to love her too. ✨☺️💙