To my sweet husband,
I know you probably get tired of hearing me complain on days like this.
Some days I just wake up, look in the mirror, and realize how disgusted I am with myself. The way I look, the way I talk, and the way I dress just repulses me at times. I ramble on about how my pants are too tight, my face is broken out, and my hair just won’t do what I want it to do. I complain about my failures and tell you how I’m a horrible wife whose house isn’t spotless or even remotely clean for that matter. I don’t always have everything together. I get lazy and run behind on things. I don’t always love you like I should and that burns me to my core.