self-love

every birthmark, every inexplicable habit — love notes from my lineage.

Something or anything? / No. Everything. / Yes, everything with you. / Maddie — vida mia.

I’ve never gone camping & I’ve definitely never gone / camping alone / But I can imagine it.

“Cuffing season”: The aura of romanticism and love that simultaneously blesses and curses the air every year around the start of October to the end of February. So, whether you’re absolutely dreading the upcoming months or are wishfully idealizing what’s to come, here’s some food-for-thought to keep you down to earth.

I’m not hoping that my admission will be counteracted with validation, but simply that we can mutually acknowledge the existence of our insecurity; to admit that loving ourselves is hard and abstract compared to the reality of not feeling good enough.

My name ties me to my family, to my home and to who I am; it reminds me of who I want to be; it is a part of me that I could never give away.

Whether you’re the type of person to dig this sort of holiday or not, use this yearly reminder to love others, but most importantly, love yourself.

I realize now that my issue with compliments doesn’t come from a distaste I was born with, but it has a lot to do with my own insecurities.

If you or someone you know happens to catch COVID-19, remember to implement self-care, human connection and ample rest for a smooth recovery.