Shut Up and Let Me Love You!

I am a pretty self-conscious person. I'll be honest here, I don't think I'm all that pretty. I would describe myself as a plain jane kind of person. I have some extra belly flab ... I could stand to lose a few inches because I hate my rolls and apparently to be healthy we should all be under a 35 inch waist and I will tell you what ... my waist is not smaller than 35 inches!
So, anyway, I don't really like my body all that much.
Which sometimes can interfer with, oh how to say this delicately, trying to get romantic with my husband. Because it's hard to let someone see those fat rolls or heaven forbid attempt to touch those fat rolls. So my poor dh hears a lot of don't look at me, don't touch me, turn off the lights!, and other things from my mouth - which as you can imagine do wonders for the mood.
Apparently last night he had enough of it from me. Because as I was telling him to stop touching my fat waist area he looked at me and said "Shut up and let me love you!"
And so I was shocked for a moment, and then I shut up, and just tried to enjoy the moment with him instead of worrying about all my imperfections. And in the end, I did let him just love me. And it was nice.
Apparently, he should have yelled at me several years ago!