Sometimes, you think that no one has ever loved you. You have almost flippantly doubted it, even when someone was saying it to you. Even if they are saying it to you today. Because, though you wouldn’t like to admit it, you’re not terribly sure that you love yourself. You reject all of the simpering notions in beauty magazines and you learn to say nice things about yourself when you look in the mirror. If someone asked, you could provide an objective list of your qualities. But you’re not sure that “loving yourself” is something you ever really learned how to do.
Sometimes, you wonder if everyone is faking it, even the people who seem to have it all down to a science.
you can read more here:
http://thoughtcatalog.com/chelsea-fagan/2013/08/for-when-you-think-that-no-one-will-love-you/
I picked up a copy of Book Forum the other day at Barnes and Noble and read a fascinating review for a novel called Last Words From Montmartre by Qiu Miaojin. There's one amazing line (among many) where the main character decides to only "engage" the love she feels for someone else, not the actual woman she for she has strong feelings. Like other deceptively small books (it's 161 pages), it has a lot to say.
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