I just had a major realization while making late night stir fry.
I don't act like I love myself.
Like, I've been hungry for hours but I kept getting distracted and didn't feed myself. You don't do that to someone you love.
I've been sad and mopey and impatient with my feelings.
I have talked myself out of doing things because I couldn't possibly be smart enough, cool enough, strong enough, motivated enough to do it.
Holy shit. Where is the love for myself?
I've been told my whole life that "you have to love yourself first blah blah" and that's just taken on a brand new, very obvious meaning to me.
It doesn't just mean I have to love myself but that I have to treat myself like I would someone I love.
I have never framed it in a way that was tangible.
Maybe it's these new bright ass LED lights in my kitchen but this is one of the clearest realizations of my life.