"Can I draw
you?" He asked, picking up his favorite
pencil.
"No."
"Why not,
the light is hitting you perfectly right now. You look
beautiful."
"You'll
have to pay close attention to all my flaws." Rolling
his eyes he connected his pencil to the thick
paper.
"What
flaws?"
"My big
nose. My crooked smile. Flaws." He scoffed and shook his
head but he drew me nonetheless. I was afraid. He'd
always said I was beautiful. Would he still think
so?
"I'm
done. Come take a look, darling." And so I did, what I
saw was someone who looked like me but was not me. She had my
frizzy hair and my brown eyes. She did not, however, have my
smile or my nose. In fact, she did not have a nose at
all.
"What do
you think?"
"It's-"
"Weird."
"Yeah,
weird."
"This
is you without your flaws. As you are now, you are beautiful.
More than beautiful. You're marvelous, stupendous,
desirable. You are you, and you wouldn't be
you without your flaws."