A while ago my confidence was low. Finally accepting my flaws taught me how to love my beauty. So I might not It get a lot of re-blogs nor likes, but doing this shows me how I’ve grown. Prayer,
now I am growing into a Proud Gorgeous Black Haitian Queen✨.
You need somebody who’ll write poems about you, even though he’s a terrible poet.
You need somebody who’ll sing to you even though he can’t hit any of the right notes.
You need somebody who’ll make you laugh even though his jokes are cheesy.
You need somebody who’ll dance with you, even though he always messes up the steps.
You don’t need somebody perfect.
You need somebody who makes your moments feel perfect; as flawed as they are.