less than perfect

I am being stalked by Pink's Less Than Perfect. It's always on the radio when I turn it on. If I had enough confidence in fate I'd say I'm meant to take this to heart. But I'm not. I can tell by the way I keep glaring at the face in the mirror and hissing 'fatass.' And I suppose the biggest problem with my self-esteem lapses is that I am absolutely USELESS as a partner these days. S is struggling and I am all lying stock still and flooding with angst and nagging when I should be the opposite of all these things. I should be saying to him, 'Oh pretty pretty please don't you ever feel like you're less than perfect. You are perfect to me.'