We need to talk about me. I mean me. Not the version I present to the world, not the polished façade or the carefully crafted image. Just me—raw, imperfect, sometimes unbearable me.
Do I even like myself? I’m not sure I’ve ever really asked that question out loud, but it’s been circling in my mind like a shadow. Not love myself—that’s a commandment,...
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