Maybe if I was more attractive, maybe if I was pretty, maybe if I didn't have as many imperfections, and maybe if they opened their eyes a little wider, then I wouldn't be in this situation. Maybe, it would be like I want it to be, with who I want it to be with.
But my imperfections make me who I am. Without them, I would be someone else, and I'm not willing to change who I am for anyone.