If you’re going to fall in love with me, don’t fall in love with my Sunday best. Don’t fall in love with the way I look after spending hours getting ready or my fakest smile or freshly done hair. Fall in love with my body, the way it widens quite a lot around my hips and how I will never have the perfect figure and how I honestly don’t really care. Fall in love with my impatience, my jealous moods and the times that I don’t feel anything at all and fall in love with how sometimes I act like a child while other times I can be the most mature. Fall in love with my scars, my marks, and all the things that makes me far less than perfect and fall in love with all that I consider a flaw. Fall in love with me as a whole or don’t fall in love with me at all.