Early on, it helped me to think of taking care of myself as if I were a child, beloved pet, or a dear friend. Would I starve them? Shame them? Push them to exhaustion? Ignore their basic needs? Never in a million years. For some reason I could grasp that it wasn't ok to do that to a loved one. I just hadn't put together that my body/mind/spirit WAS a loved one and required all the same respect and kindness in order to thrive.
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