One very selfish thing that I love about Bryce is that he takes none of my poor self-image crap. A funny story we often share is that one of the first times we met, and definitely the first time we ever spent any time together, he tried to convince me that I wasn't fat, so I bit him. We're not talking a little love nip either. I grabbed onto the side of his hand and wouldn't let go. Given that this was shortly before my 17th birthday, and so preceded my college weight gain, he was right. I wasn't fat. I just had low self-esteem.

Today I was feeling a bit down for reasons not worth getting into, and made a comment about a friend of mine being much more attractive than I am. He admitted that she was cute, but put in the usual qualifiers regarding her personality. At this point I said something about being ugly, and he got irate. I even tried to change the subject, but he wouldn't hear of it until I admitted that he was right, and I wasn't ugly.

Basically, when I get down on myself, and my insecurity and low-self esteem start to creep on in it's nice to know that there's some one who won't put up with it. He doesn't even try to convince me. Just states things as fact, and that helps.