I open my eyes and see a beautiful girl

I open my eyes, look in the mirror and see a mess.

As I look at her standing on the scale, I think I hope she doesn't think she needs to lose weight, because she's perfect to me.

I must of gained like 10 pounds, God I'm so fat, I need to workout, and get rid of the gigantic thighs I have.

Her face is so gorgeous, she is probably one of the most pretty and perfect girls I have ever meant.

Ugh, why am I so ugly, I'm surprised he still loves me considering I'm not pretty, and is that a pimple I see, gosh dang it.

She puts on makeup and I think why is she putting that on she doesn't need to!

I'm happy make up exist, so no one has to see me when I look even uglier than I look with makeup on.

I tell her she is the most pretty, perfect girl I have every meant.

He tells me I'm pretty and perfect, wow I would have never thought anyone would think this of me, jeez I need to stop being so harsh on myself.