Vulnerable to insult
With his x-ray vision he saw through my imperfections
And looked into something beautiful.
He saw parts of me I kept hidden.
Things I threw into a box marked shame.
There was nothing good there
Just the bad
And the ugly
Or so I thought.
Anything I believed was too big
Or felt was too small
Whatever didn't look right
Or just didnl't seem to fit
All parts of me no one else had seen
Things I never saw as worth seeing
But he saw them
And showered me with compliments clouded by my insecurities
He said words that were foreign to me.
That sinful scar
Every ugly curve
Every scandalous scratch
And then I saw that the imperfections really were perfect.