The same print all day. A five color cartoon heart and cloud drinking strawberry juice boxes, a slogan above. When I finish I’ve seen the words self care is self love three thousand times. It’s burned in my brain even if I don’t subscribe. I ride my bike home in the rain, small rebellions.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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