self respect has absolutely nothing to do with how much or how little skin you show.
it has nothing to do with what you say.
it has nothing to do with how little or how much you have sex.
it has nothing to do with your clothes.
self respect has nothing to do with anything other than how you view yourself.
Goddamnit I’ve changed for the better though…I’m a fucking catch now and I know it. I’m damn funny and sarcastic and cute and I’ll seriously quietly fall in love with all your little quirks and pick up on what makes you laugh but I won’t smother you. And I won’t take your bullshit because I’m confident but you can still probably make me blush by complimenting me at all. I’ll hold your hand literally all night when we sleep. I won’t judge you for saying weird shit. I’ll try to make you laugh at least once a day. If you do the things I like with me, I’ll try my best to do and enjoy the things you like. I won’t pretend to like them more than I do but I’d never try and control what you can and can’t do. I could spend the whole day in bed with you but I won’t be upset if I don’t get to. I’ll try my best to be reasonable when we fight and never assume anything about you. I’ll send you funny shit to make your day better but I won’t flip out if you’re too busy to respond. I’ll be there for you in your worst times. You can cry in front of me and I won’t think less of you.
I’m pretty much perfect.
The only problem is that I waste myself on the wrong people.