i woke up with love engulfing me like a phagocyte. ii took pictures in front of my neighborhood and i din't even care if people were watching. i cuddled with my dog and told him i loved him multiple times and then i took even more pictures of myself and appreciated my own aesthetic. the difference between today and a year ago is that i didn't know what self-love was. everyone around me romanticized self-hate and to love yourself and love one thing about yourself was such a foreign concept. and it's so sad because i spent 15 years of my life listening to all the names i was called by my family, 'friends', strangers, but more discrediting; myself. but today, today is different and i've learned to pick myself off the floor and give myself resuscitation. today i felt my heart blossom and my personality bloom, today i realized that i've learned and i'm getting better.