To the person who falls in love with me,

First and foremost, I will never be perfect and I don't intend to pretend that I am. You should know that I prefer sweatpants and hoodies to high heels and jeans. I enjoy Sundays in bed, cuddled up with a box of pizza watching Netflix over going out and having to do my makeup. You should know that I'm a disaster when I wake up; my hair is in a messy bun on the top of my head, my clothes are far too big and yes, I have morning breath. You should expect that I will laugh until I snort, can't breathe and until I'm crying far more times in a day than are probably acceptable and I'll make sure that you do the same. You should know that I'm loud, obnoxious, and am very much a daredevil.

I will challenge all of your comfort zones and make you question the things that you thought brought you happiness. I will push you to reach all of the goals you deem unattainable. I will stand by you through your darkest days until you reach the light at the end of the tunnel. I will not change you, I will admire your flaws as if they shine as bright as the skies sun and I will hold you so tightly that all of the pieces you thought nobody would ever love about you become the ones I admire the most as they mesh back together. You should know, however, that with this love comes a girl who's absolutely wild and not for the faint hearted. I will not settle for excuses or lies, fallacies or betrayal.

I will give you all that I have to offer; smiles, happiness, companionship, and love, as long as you choose to love all of me. That means the morning breath and messy hair, eating full boxes of pizza with me in bed all day, laughing until we snort, bickering about what to watch and who gets to pick the movie–it means all of me. I'm done letting people pick and choose what parts of me they find worthy of loving. Love me for all that I am or watch from afar as I continue to love myself.