he kissed every scar on my skin. he kissed every insecurity i had on my body, no one else would do that for me. no one else can find me beautiful while staring directly at the stains that litter my body, not even my family.
he works so hard to make me feel beautiful, to make me feel perfect regardless of my flaws. through both words and actions. its easy to say “you’re pretty” while staring at my face and my body clothed just right to mask my imperfections, but he can look at me completely naked and still say “you’re so beautiful.” he looks at my completely bare self with adoration, i dont even need to hear his words to feel it.
ive never been completely naked in front of anyone before. but i stripped myself bare for him unsurely, nervously, fearfully, but he still sees whatever beauty it is that he sees.