Imagine your f/o loving you more than you could ever hate yourself.
Every mean thought you have about yourself is met with twice as much love from them. Every feature you try to hide is something they want to badly kiss. Every habit you find annoying makes them smile because itβs so unmistakably you. Every flaw youβre convinced makes you difficult to love only makes them hold you closer.
You could spend hours listing everything you dislike about yourself, and your f/o would patiently go through that list one by one telling you exactly why they adore each thing.
You hate your laugh? Itβs their favorite sound.
You hate your body? They treat it with so much tenderness, like being allowed to hold you is a privilege.
You hate how sensitive you are? They love how deeply you feel and would never make you ashamed of it.
You hate the parts of yourself that are messy, awkward, needy, angry, or scared? Your f/o sees those parts and doesnβt run. They stay. They learn how to comfort you. They love you through every bad day, every insecurity, and every moment when you struggle to believe you deserve them.
Your f/o doesnβt love some imaginary βbetterβ version of you that you think they deserve. They donβt love you despite everything you hate about yourself.
They love youβ¦the whole complicatedβ¦imperfect, messy yet wonderful being standing in front of them.
And whenever your mind tells you that youβre unlovable, your f/o pulls you against their chest, kisses your forehead, and quietly reminds you:
βYou could never hate yourself enough to make me stop loving you.β