self love

Self Love

I used to think self love was just a thing.
Something people just said.
Something people with “deeper issues” did.
Like, yoga or a bubble bath.
I used to think it was just a thing.
Something no one cared about.
Something that couldn’t be explained.
Like, why is the sky blue?
Now, I know it’s real.
A real, living, breathing love.
Not just a thing.
I’m loving me.


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by Psanchez1289

Los Angeles based writer inspired by real-life stories and creating a woman empowerment movement one story at time. Lover of all things beach, dogs, ice cream and teas.

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