No rose, no mountain vista, no sunset–no living creature can compare to the beauty of face and figure of the woman. Sadly, most women just don’t get it.

The Lord, through Paul, in Ephesians 5 instructs husbands to love their wives as they do their own bodies. Ladies, you need to take this to heart. Love the body and face God gave you, and learn to appreciate your husband’s comments when he compliments it.
Eric

While I believe hubby when he says I am sexy, I don’t believe him when he compliments my breasts. Part of it is my own hang up. I have average sized breasts, but they are not the full, round pillows I hoped and longed for growing up. I wanted to give my husband a glorious pair and I ended up losing that genetic lottery. Then I married a fellow who likes a good large handful, and throughout our marriage he either largely ignored my breasts or would make mention of them being small. It has only been the past year that he seems enamoured by them and actually likes them (apart from when they were gloriously large from lactating). So, I find it hard to believe that he actually does like them as they are.

The other part is I love hubby and wish I could give him his heart’s desires and be all he ever dreamed of in a wife. Instead, he admits he loves me and how I look, but he also settled for a pleasing reality rather than his preference. I am not busty, I am not a redhead (he says no to me getting a boob job and dye job). If I let it fester, it can kill me knowing I am not what he really wanted. It is like a kid asking for a blue lightening bolt iPad for Christmas and getting a plain white one instead. Sure, he still got an awesome iPad and he is happy with that, but his heart was set on that blue lightening bolt iPad. I wonder if hubby ever feels sad he never got the “iPad” he wanted. It doesn’t help that during our marriage he has done Google and YouTube searches for videos and pictures of women of that description having sex. I know it isn’t about me, but rather him, but it still hurts.