If you're going to fall in love with me, 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 smiles, or my freshly done hair. Fall-in-love with my body-the way it widens quite a lot around my hips and how I'll never ever have that perfect figure and how I honestly don't care. Fall in love with my impatience, my jealous moods and at the times that I don't feel anything at all. Fall-in-love with how sometimes I act like a child, while 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. Fall-in-love with every part of me-both good and bad. F
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