Dream: The Dresses

I have a lot of curious dreams. Any given day you could ask me about last night's dream and I'll probably have one to tell you about. I like to analyze my dreams from a Gestalt perspective, so I'll put myself in the view of different objects in my dream. Usually one of the main objects will open my eyes up to something I've been feeling subconsciously, so I'm able to deal with it.

Here is the dream the way it happened:
I'm camping with family, or maybe this is where we live. There are a bunch of trailers and motor homes in an old west feeling campsite. Homeless people stay here, too, but we're not homeless. We are more well-to-do and we travel around helping the homeless people. My job is to sort through clothing donations and give only the best clothing to the homeless people. In today's pile, I find three sheer chiffon dresses. They would be beautiful dresses, but they have stains and bleach spots on them. I take the dresses back to my trailer and speak to another female, possibly a friend or my sister, about my dilemma. I want to give them to the homeless people because they are so beautiful, but would they be offended that I gave them stained clothing? Maybe I could just put them out on a tree branch and if someone wants them they will take them. Or maybe I should approach someone who might like them and explain that I mean no offense by giving away these dresses, despite their flaws. Maybe someone will even like the dresses because they have spots on them?

That is where I woke up. Now here is the dream from the perspective of the dresses:
I'm sitting in a pile with other clothes, flawless clothes that will be chosen without question. Someone has noticed me, and thinks I'm beautiful even though I have such obvious flaws. She doesn't know what to do with me, though. She is thinking about leaving me on a tree branch. What if I blow away or get torn? What if nobody sees me or knows I am there for the taking? She is thinking about giving me to someone and explaining that I am still beautiful despite my flaws. But why point out my shortcomings? How embarrassing! And why should someone have to be convinced to like me, aren't I beautiful as I am? Oh please, just accept me! Let me be of good use...send me away with the other good clothes and let someone decide to love me as I am.

It became obvious to me I'm having a little battle with myself about self-acceptance. But I also wonder if this is related to Turkey. We've been chatting a lot, and often times I'm left wondering if I should have said what I did and how it was perceived. I feel like he sees me as a quirky bad girl. What I want to convey is the wholesome, matronly side of me, but in joking and being honest to a fault I just don't know if he is getting that. Does he think I'm a complete loon? Maybe he talks to me so much not because I have any potential with him, but because listening to this moron is just plain entertaining. Yes, I'm flawed. But I am also beautiful. Will he be able to see and accept that?