And it terrified me, this reverence. Who can stand up to such inspection? To have someone treat each of your body parts like small treasures, perfect pieces of a whole? I felt sure he was only missing the fine details, that I had somehow managed to hide the flaws, if only in a temporary way. I shook off his compliments in a certainty that he would soon see differently.
It took me all this time to recognize that I was the blinded one, that the imperfections I associated with a bathroom mirror or a bathing suit were not faults to him, but things to fall in love with.
It took me all this time to recognize it. It will take me longer still to believe it.
The world is full of things that cry, again and again, you are beautiful.
When did we stop listening?
goodness, you're a wonder.
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(also I nominated you for the award thing. but don't worry about posting anything on your blog - i just think more people should see you!)
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Your post makes me want to hug you. More people should tell each other that they are beautiful, and mean it, because everyone is.
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