Love, I thought would come to me in a shining armor and pull me out of the dark I had been isolated in. He’d be brave and strong, my mind had such thoughts upon love. Would he chug gallons of beer with me, I used to think and laugh. I used to question if he’d help me get into a corset till my waist would look snapped. I wanted to know what love might like so that I’d mold myself that way.
But when love came around it looked nothing like that, love had pigtails and a whale-like giggle. She’d stuff her mouth with anything edible and not care about fitting in size 0. She’d stop me from taking down my seventh shot, well love was a little of alcoholic herself too. But she had brought some healthy changes upon me. I hadn’t seen her face, but she was growing in me already. And when I’d dance to Monday blues, she played some of my favorite grooves.
When I was ready to face the light, I finally chinned up and took a look at love. Her face had a smile, she knew her worth and wasn’t scared of the light. Took me a long while, but the “She” I was in love with was “me”. Self-love was what helped me stand again. “To fall for someone, you need to fall for yourself first, always”
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