Once upon a time relived

You know, dear, when I used to get very fed up over how ugly I looked / how fat my ass was / how many pimples I had / how terrible my fringe was, the only thing that reassured me was you.

Because I knew that no matter what, you still loved me and I was beautiful in your eyes.

I'd just picture you cupping my face in your hands and staring into my eyes with that loving gaze you always gave me. I'd feel uncomfortable because I know my face doesn't look good and I want to hide it - that's why I feel more secure under a fringe. But I always loved that gaze, the way you looked at me, the way I knew you loved me no matter how I looked because you loved me for me, and looks didn't play a part in it.

Who now?