Twenty.

Considering distorted perceptions:

What you don't see yet, are the things I am not
insecure about. The colour of my eyes, especially
in sunlight. The strength of my voice when I read out loud.
What my hands can do with a pencil, and a surface
to put lines on. The way I retain knowledge and facts
about anything that I'm interested in, including
species of birds, philosophical theories, metaphysics,
nice sounding words, algebra, and you.
How I rarely use recipes when I cook.
My ability to make anything sound pretty, written out.
The way I can wear nearly any article of clothing well.
The way my body looks naked, or in underwear,
particularly when stretched across a bed with flushed cheeks.
How I play guitar and sing when I'm alone.
How I really and genuinely appreciate each joyful moment.
My grace on a bicycle, my airport navigational skills,
how I am not afraid to tell someone when I like them,
or ask a stranger out, or kiss a man first.
How I stay calm in emergencies, mean "unconditional"
when I say it, and am fiercely loyal to those who deserve it.

I am not a weak person. I may not speak as well as you,
or articulate myself correctly, or be a ball of sunshine
rolling across town and illuminating every body.
But I'd like to think that sometimes, maybe,
I'm the kind of person that's worth knowing.