love myself

I can't love her body, because it isn't perfect. But I can love her eyes, her smile and her laugh. Her laugh is the happiest sound I've ever heard and her smile lights up my world. Oh, and her eyes tell stories Stories her words never could, swirling and bursting everything she can't say bubbling in them Slowly, very slowly as I get older, I'm learning to love everything about her. This is the story of how I love myself.