Because in his head, I look like this.
I was making him watch the last part of the Golden Globes, this woman gets on stage, and my husband - my delusional, visually challenged husband - starts saying she is my doppelganger. She looks just like me.
In his head, despite all my faults and weirdnesses, regardless of my scars, cellulite or overall freakishness - in his head I look like this.
This is why I love him.
