You're fighting so hard.
You want to change who you are.
I don't understand why you can't see how perfect you are.
I don't understand why you hate yourself.
I don't hate you.
I love you, exactly as you are.
I know how selfish you are.
I know how mean you can be.
I know how twisted your mind can get.
But I love you, anyway.
I love you because you're flawed, you're human, you're REAL.
So why are you fighting?