And through my lens all I can see is a beauty I never knew, so simple and pure. She has her imperfections and for ever one I smile. Without imperfection there would be no perfection, so if you ask me it’s all the things that you pick apart when you look at yourself just make me love you. Maybe my lens has a different filter then yours, or maybe you just choose not to see the world the way I see. I beg to change your perceptions to those fit for a queen. If I had to I would give you my eyes just so you would be able to know what it is to see yourself the way I do.