I love your clumsiness that almost makes you a hazard to yourself.
I love the way you have deep and meaningful conversations with yourself sometimes.
And the way you stare at the mirror sometimes totally feeling yourself.
The way you feel so deeply and sincerely, forever striving to be a better you.
I love your ability to make a joke of yourself and laugh no matter the situation is.
I love the way you are not afraid to learn and are open to painful critique.
I love the woman your becoming and the dead skin your shedding.
Most of all I love that you haven’t always been like this
And the self-love your embracing every day has been a hard fight.
But you have been determined, consistent and persistent.
Flaws and all I love you.