The First Time I Really Felt Self-Love


On a recent morning, I woke up and noticed I felt happy, which is not such a familiar feeling to me. I usually experience moments of joy directly related to bliss-inducing events but I live somewhere in a melancholic and nostalgic state riddled with anxiety about the future and reflection of the past. Although I’m certain the seed was planted earlier, it wasn’t until my early 20s that I began to experience a sort of self-loathing.

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Is there any greater gift
than to be forced back into yourself
to watch your petals fall away
to remember where you stem from?

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Be warm.
This is not for others.
This is not to keep them comfortable.
This is for you.
Your heat is how you know you’re alive.

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