LIE TO ME!

None of the men who loved me ever told me I was beautiful.None of them wanted to lie to me. They loved my soul, my character, the complete devotion with which I loved them 

None of them thought that, since I was in love with words, I would have liked to be lied beautifully, at least once. Only late, too late, when I started feeling well in my own skin without wanting to be beautiful for anyone else, the only man who never pretended to love me praised my still alive body, my face still unaltered by meanness and made me see myself in a new mirror.

To the men for whom I wasn't enough and to those for whom I was too much, thank you for teaching me to love myself!