How did I get so lucky?
So, I have this section of my hip where the skin kind of crinkles when
I bend my leg. It's like this little patch of loose skin from my weight
fluctuation insanely for the past seven years of my life. Anyway,
because I'm me, I'm self-conscious of it.
So, a couple of nights ago, Luke and I were laying in bed, and that particular spot caught his eye, and we have this conversation:
"The texture of your skin there is so interesting . . . is that extra skin from losing weight."
"I don't know. Probably. Don't look at it."
"Why not?"
"Because I hate it."
"Why? It's beautiful."
"No it's not. It's gross and surrounded by stretch marks."
"No. It's beautiful. It looks like something I would paint."
Yes. He really says things like that. Everyday. And he means them. He doesn't just say them to be nice. He actually thinksthat way.
Jesus.
I love him so much thatit hurts.
So, a couple of nights ago, Luke and I were laying in bed, and that particular spot caught his eye, and we have this conversation:
"The texture of your skin there is so interesting . . . is that extra skin from losing weight."
"I don't know. Probably. Don't look at it."
"Why not?"
"Because I hate it."
"Why? It's beautiful."
"No it's not. It's gross and surrounded by stretch marks."
"No. It's beautiful. It looks like something I would paint."
Yes. He really says things like that. Everyday. And he means them. He doesn't just say them to be nice. He actually thinksthat way.
Jesus.
I love him so much thatit hurts.