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People say, “Love yourself” or “Self-love is more important,” but what does that even mean? Where do you even begin? One of my friends  (my closest friend and my most favourite one actually) once gave me some advice: when people comment on you, just ignore it. Yeah, that’s what most people say, right? But here’s a twist. If you're the kind of person who takes everything to heart, don’t just brush it off. Instead, listen. Give it a little thought. If your gut tells you there’s truth in it, make small changes, adjust for the better. But if you know deep down it’s not true, then prove them wrong.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I realised that the first step for me in self-love, understanding what really matters. These days, everyone’s talking about skincare routines and pampering themselves in the name of self-love. But honestly? I think it goes way deeper than that. It’s your mental health that needs to come first. If your mind isn’t in a good place, no amount of skincare or external care is going to make a difference. Without mental peace, all the routines and rituals are just distractions, a waste of time. Real self-love starts from within. 

Here’s a bit of irony for you. I thought practising self-love would be easy, that I’d just wake up one day and start ignoring the noise. But guess what? I’m still me. I take things to heart way too often, always feeling bad about myself, constantly changing for others instead of proving them wrong. And now? The world feels like a burden. I've become someone who can’t make a single decision without seeking everyone's opinion. I ask too many people, get lost in all their advice, and end up even more confused. I never pause to think about what I want.

And then there’s this whole thing where people tell you not to cry in public because others are watching. But what if I want to cry, right then and there? Is happiness the only emotion that’s acceptable? When will the world start embracing the full spectrum of emotions, because that’s life, isn’t it? Every emotion deserves its moment.

Have you ever watched Inside Out? If you think it’s just a kid's movie, think again. It’s deeper than you realise. That movie shows exactly what I mean, how every emotion plays its part, and no one feeling is more important than the others. It’s not just about being happy all the time. Sometimes, sadness deserves to take the lead. Embrace it, sit with it for a while, and trust me—you’ll be okay afterward. If you feel like crying, cry. If you feel like laughing, laugh. But on this journey, no matter what, don’t hurt others along the way. People will always have something to say, but trust your gut above all.

Hopefully, I’ll figure it out soon, too. Bye for now.

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