In my opinion, loving yourself means shopping in a dazzling array of shopping malls. I think loving yourself is sitting by candlelight enjoying warmth and delicious food. I think to love myself is to compete for strength and beauty in the crowd. I don't know how to love myself, so I eat and shop when I am happy. When I am in pain, I still go shopping for dinner, or find a coffee shop to sit opposite my friends and cry and chat.
I don't know how to love myself, and I need time to accompany myself. It's like reading a good book, drinking your favorite drink in the sun, lazily lying on the sofa, slowly reading your inner story, understanding the needs of every level of your body and the call of your life.
I don't know how to love myself. I want to listen to myself, just like standing at the window on a rainy day, closing my eyes and listening to the rain, listening to every ripple in my heart and whispering in my head, just like standing in the silent Woods, listening to the wind and moaning in my heart.
I don't know whether I love myself or not. I need to comfort myself, just like a mother comforts her children, and like sunshine comforts the gloomy earth. I want to comfort my naivety and stupidity, as well as my greed and fragility. I want to comfort my shame and humiliation.
I don't know, if you want to love yourself, you need to contain yourself, like the land containing seeds, like mussels containing pearls. I want to tolerate my childhood and experience, as well as my present and destiny. I learned to be my own master.