You make me laugh gleefully. It makes me feel like a little girl in a chocolate shop.
You keep me warm. Those mysterious deep eyes of yours, embrace me.
Your touch melts me inside. I dream of us together.
Does it have a color? Or a particular smell?
Can it be explained in theory? Or proved against or for?
Does it resemble a trait? Or is it required to be learned?
Can it be drawn on paper? Or painted on a canvas?
Confidence is not just a word, or a feeling. It is the ability to be yourself. To love yourself. Even though our bodies may be different (as individuals, as moms or dads, as people), we are all unique and beautiful. The outside is the outside, it is what our eyes see. The inside, the light…