self love
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My sleep paralysis demon is a mediocre man with poor hygiene whispering, “I’m not ready for a relationship.” The man whose ex-wife was still living with him – for the kids, we’re just roommates. The man who conveniently kept the relationship undefined and avoided introducing me to his friends so he could keep his options…
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I learned to love my life again on a balmy Monday afternoon. The sun is warm in the sand, with waves crashing against the shore. An embrace of light that enfolds my pale body, lying prone on a beach blanket, sunglasses on, book in hand. Around me, movement. Laughter. Children chasing waves, elderly couples walking…
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Look at her. She just worked out so her arm is shaking holding up the camera, blurring the top of the image as a result. Carpet that needs to be vacuumed. One of her familiars watching over her. She is radiant and smiling, strong and resilient. She is creative, bright, learning all the ways her…