He thinks I'm pretty without the makeup.
He thinks I'm pretty without all the fancy clothes.
He thinks I'm pretty because I am myself.
He thinks I'm kind.
He thinks I'm kind even on the bad days.
He thinks I'm kind even when I'm a brat for no reason.
He thinks I'm kind because he knows I can be.
He thinks I'm smart.
He thinks I'm smart even at my blonde moments.
He thinks I'm smart even when I don't think so myself.
He thinks I'm smart when I give up on my homework.
He thinks those things because he knows and can see just how pretty
And smart
And kind
I am.
And my telling me these things everyday...
I believe him.
