You want the truth?

My smile.
When I see my smile it makes me down and now I don't smile to myself.
My forehead.
That's why I tend to leave the front of my hair always loose.
My baggy eyes.
I try to fix it but they never leave.

See, I'm not perfect.
You just don't notice.

My body.
I'm not a super model.
My stomach.
It sticks out a little too much.
My hands.
My fingers are chewed to pieces from anxiety and stress.
My wrists.
They're way too bony.

See, I'm not perfect.
You just don't notice.

There's so much more, not just from appearance.
I hate myself, but now I'm happy so it doesn't matter anymore.
I might not love myself but I love you.

I don't want you to see my imperfections. but I see them every day.
I don't want you to change your mind on m but I won't lie to you and say I'm perfect.

You're the only person, I need to think I'm perfect.
Even if I don't believe it, if you do I can be happy.