Your flaws are beautiful. Your heart is golden. You love until the sun doesn't shine anymore. So why are there still shades of grey under those bright eyes of yours? Well, my shades of grey are the flaws. The gold is in the center. And the love... It's everywhere.
I could be more beautiful… I could not have lumps of fat hanging off of me, but this is what I’m stuck with… I’m afraid of mirrors because they show something that I wish would sometimes just disappear.