So yesterday morning I stood in front of the mirror. Naked.
Or was it the morning before?
Anyway, without doing anything sexual (!), I loved myself. Touched my midriff, said, "You're okay. You're beautiful. I love you." It was so nice.
And this morning, I did one large load of laundry. Because I didn't color-sort, it is enough for 6 days. Undies, bras, socks, pants, tops. I already had nightgowns, so only threw one in. Already had towels.
It felt so good. Even standing in the unfinished cellar, with the leak on the floor, hanging things from pipes. But they were things that our new washer helped me wash, and I did it. And they smelled all clean. And it is done.
Growth.
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