Chris took a picture of me yesterday. I didn’t want him to.

He showed it to me later. He was excited to show me because he liked it. And he liked how I looked.

When I saw it I hated it. I wanted to point out all my flaws and ugliness.

I stopped myself. I asked him what he liked about it.

I listened. Because what he said was telling me what he liked about ME.

So I listened. I took two mental steps back to stand still and listen

I want to practice letting him love me without my tidying up first