Sweetheart, please I beg you.... Don't fuss. You look gorgeous.
I don't wanna see glamorous pictures of Playboy quality. With all the airbrushing and touchups. I don't want perfect lighting, hair, and makeup. I don't wanna see you in lingerie from Victoria's Secret. I don't want fancy backgrounds of beaches, sunsets or statues. I don't want to see the Snapchat, iPhone, or the online "filtered" YOU.
And while all of those might be nice as well…
What I want to see is the REAL... YOU. The unfiltered, uncensored, YOU. The No make-up YOU. The average, everyday, when no one is looking, YOU.
You know the one that I am talking about.
The bed-headed, messy haired, blemished complexion, with bags under your eyes from lack of sleep and chasing around the kids all day. YOU.
The cleaning the house in a beat up Motley Crue T-shirt that you bought in the parking lot of a concert one time. YOU.
The naked, all of your curves, whatever rolls, and every single stretch marks you may.. or may NOT have. YOU.
I wanna see your reading glasses, the book you are currently reading, and the coffee mug that you drink from.
I wanna see your messy house, with kids toys and unfolded laundry in a pile, in the background.
I wanna see that selfie that you take in the car at a stop light because a song that you love is on the radio and it made you smile but you ultimately didn't think it was “pretty" enough to post on social media.
Yes that's what I wanna see.
Because I want Visceral. I want REAL. That is exactly what I love about you. How positively real and genuine you are.
Yes I love that REAL you.
And Maybe? ... Just Maybe?
ONE DAY YOU WILL LOVE YOURSELF AS WELL.
