Show me the parts you hate.

You hide because there's more to you than what I see and you're not sure I'd like the rest. You know that sometimes, you don't even like the rest.

But I can't love all of you, without knowing all of you.

I need you to show me the ugly and dark cobwebs of your soul. I know things about your soul that you don't know I know. But if you don't validate the bad, I can't love all of you.

Show me those parts you hate. Even the parts you try to cut out of yourself. Stitch them back in, I'll show you where the beauty lies.

You are not perfect, but no one ever wants perfection.

Imperfection is perfection...