My husband
is truly one of kind. He is so understanding and supportive. If I want to talk
about how bad my face is, he will listen. If I want to try a new product, he
never says no. If I need him to sit in the bathroom with me so I don’t pick, he
will. No matter how many break downs I have be it in a day, week, or month, he
is there giving me a hug encouraging me to keep trying. He loves me unconditionally.
He tells me how beautiful I am and when he looks at my face he doesn’t see all
the red marks and pimples like I do. He is probably one of the reasons I don’t
go into a deep depression. How can I have been so lucky to have this man in my life?
He is truly my best friend and understands me more than I understand myself. This
is why it truly breaks my heart that I cannot break this awful cycle of picking
my face.
Why isn’t this enough motivation for me?
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