He told me I am beautiful
That my small frame was perfection
He told me that my eyes are his favorite thing to look at
He told me I am his everything
At first I didn’t believe him,
How could I no one ever really means it
But he told me every day no matter how much I protested
One day while I laid on his bed
His face lit up when he looked at me
And he smiled so amazingly that I couldn’t’ help but smile back
But what stay’s with me wasn’t his smile to my body but what he told me next
“You are as beautiful as Venus herself” I didn’t believe him
He pulled up a picture on his tablet and showed me
I stared at the picture of the woman who has the same kind of body I do
He looked me in the eye with a smile so sweet and said “I told you, you are what painters and artiests dream of”
He told me I was beautiful
And I believe him
