I get so insecure when I see other girl’s pictures and they’re always so pretty or so skinny or have big boobs and shit that I have to constantly remind myself that he fell in love with me for me and he loves me for me and maybe I don’t have to change. Maybe I don’t need to have thicker eyebrows or a flatter stomach or bigger boobs. But it wouldn’t hurt, would it?
I know that if he could, he would get me anything I wanted just to make me happy. I’ve told him a dozen times all I really need is him. He’s my happily ever after.
I’d like to think I’m the only one you need in your life. But that’s not true. Maybe you could even do without me.