Don't fall in love with my Sunday best.
Don't fall in love with the way I look after spending hours getting ready
Or my fakest smile or freshly done hair.
Fall in love with my body, the way it widens quite a lot around my hips
And how I will never have that perfect figure and how I honestly don't really care.
Fall in love with my impatience, my jealous moods and the times that I don't feel anything at all
And fall in love with how sometimes I act like a child whilst other times I can be the most mature.
Fall in love with my scars, my marks and all the things that makes me far less than perfect
And fall in love with every parts of me, both good and bad,
And especially will all that I consider a flaw.
Fall in love with me as a whole or don't fall in love with me at all.
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