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When someone says, "I love you," I freeze like a deer in headlights-I've only ever been taught that love was conditional.

When someone says, "I love you," I expect them to want something in return.

Forgive me if I flinch-I've been hurt too many times-I'm still learning how to love myself as a whole, not just the "pretty" parts.

Loving MYSELF *unconditionally* was the first step in allowing me to live freely. 

"How can you be a gentle spirit when you're not even gentle with yourself?"

The condition is to make your pain an art form, so I'll dance. 👹