Me Before You

Dear Diary, I once knew a girl in me who was mischievous, funky, a little crazy and full of life. She was an adult who felt like a newborn but with a well-matured body already. Nurturing and feeding herself, with little ideas to romanticize life, and living with it, was the energy that fuel of romanticism gave her. This girl feared not. She made sure the child she was when at 9 was still alive within her. She was giving her all those things she couldn't give herself at that age. Perhaps loving oneself is a continuous effort. I think loving others can be so easy but loving yourself means facing all the unsolved, uncared for, and deprived parts of you. What do you call it? So this girl, she was making sure she saw it all and felt it all. Just as a mother would. I can confidently say that she was her own mother and her own child. You understand? Now I have realized that I live by this concept or maybe a mindset, that we are our own child nurturing our childhood and giving it all that we…