I make mistakes;
I’m selfish
and emotional.
I have the worst attention span.
I’m picky,
always changing my mind.
This is what I think of myself
and what others think of me.
But according to him,
I’m beautiful.
He called me to himself,
chose me despite my imperfections.
I belong to him;
his love defines me.
He made me this way for a reason.
He loves me for everything I’m not
but have the potential to be.