My stomach isn't toned, My arms are flabby. There are hair on my arms, Surely, you have no qualms? My skin dark, scattered with acne scars. Sometimes, I have patience of a saint, Other times, I desire blood to paint. (Not that I get it) I mess up, more than I can count, Sometimes I dance, others, I flounce. See, I don't want you to say you love me. It has taken a toll for me to realize I do. Yes, I completely, wholly, irrevocably love me. And I don't think I want to jeopardize it for you. Before we ask someone to love us, it is important that we love ourself. No point in dragging someone with our insecurities. #beauty #beautystandards #loveyourself #YQBaba