You are so perfect in all your edginess. I love your flaws. Let's throw tantrums and dance with the skeletons in your closet. Because it doesn't matter now. In my eyes, you are perfect. The marks on your legs and the scars on your heart are ways for me to love you more. Those dimples behind your thighs are opportunities for me to encourage you. The sadness is a reason for me to sing all the praises that really are The perfection of your being.