I've never liked much about myself, everyone knew that. I think everything about me was gross and boring. I could hardly look in the mirror without picking out all the things that was wrong with me. I hated everything from my head to my feet. Every stretch mark, every jiggle. I hated it all and so did everyone else.
Not you though. You treat me like I'm art. Like I should be admired and stared at at all times. I never thought anything could describe me or make me feel this way. I was wrong. I was your goddess. You loved my body more than anything and I lost the urge to get rid of my fat because of that.
I like to call you my own little paradise. If I'm having a bad day, you can cheer me up instantly and if I can't sleep, you tell me sweet nothings until I'm out. I wrap myself in blankets thinking about your arms around me. I feel at ease with you.
I think about you all the time. Even when I'm trying to be mad it seems close to impossible. I think about your hands on me, not in a dirty way but in the best way. I think about you tracing my stretch marks and rubbing my back. I think about you whispering three words that make my heart leap for joy. I think about your lips and kissing them softly.
I wanted to be like the movies. Walking around holding hands and kissing in the rain. I wanted to do the cheesiest stuff with you. I want to cuddle all day and to sleep peacefully in each others arms all night. These thought are the ones that kept me going. That made me happier for each day because all of this will lead me to the day where I can have you hold me and kiss me.
