"Can I draw you?" He asked, picking up his favorite pencil.
"No."
"Why not, the light is hitting you perfectly right now. You look beautiful."
"You'll have to pay close attention to all my flaws." Rolling his eyes he connected his pencil to the thick paper.
"What flaws?"
"My big nose. My crooked smile. Flaws." He scoffed and shook his head but he drew me nonetheless. I was afraid. He'd always said I was beautiful. Would he still think so?
"I'm done. Come take a look, darling." And so I did, what I saw was someone who looked like me but was not me. She had my frizzy hair and my brown eyes. She did not, however, have my smile or my nose. In fact, she did not have a nose at all.
"What do you think?"
"It's-"
"Weird."
"Yeah, weird."
"This is you without your flaws. As you are now, you are beautiful. More than beautiful. You're marvelous, stupendous, desirable. You are you, and you wouldn't be you without your flaws."