I have really been struggling with my self image lately, well for the past 30 years or so. My husband is always telling me I'm beautiful, but then I think that's his job, that's what he's supposed to say. I am always telling him not to poke my back fat (he denies that I have any) or that he's pinching my fat rolls (once again he tells me that I don't have any), but I know they are there. I think this morning for the first time ever I really, truly realized that love is blind. You see, Jeff had already left for work, I do remember him kissing me before he left, and I got out of bed about an hour later. I sat up in bed and was greeted by my reflection. UGH! It really wasn't a pretty sight, flat on one side and just wild and crazy on the other with little swirls here and there. I tried to mash down the wild and crazy side and fluff up the flat side, but nothing really worked except for making more tangles in my hair. I walked out to the kitchen and noticed that I had a message on my phone. It was from Jeff and it read "you looked very beautiful while sleeping this morning". I realized that he sees me and loves me for me, no matter what I may look like, even first thing in the morning. He is all I need to help me believe in me. I really do love that man.