I feel like the line betweenĀ āfluffy uwu self careā andĀ āget your shit together self careā is thinner than people seem to think. Like, sitting in a quiet space with a book and maybe some twinkly fairy lights gives me the spoons to go call my damn doctor like Iāve been meaning to. Bath bombs or shower steamers make me feel content and/or sparkly, which gives me confidence to go out in public. (Plus, I bathed.) I dye my hair funky colors so if I feel like people are staring at me I can say itās at that instead of whatever my anxiety wants it to be.Ā
The two are not mutually exclusive, is what Iām getting at, and I never see that mentioned, just eitherĀ āself care is being nice to yourselfā orĀ āself care is kicking yourself in the ass to function for a few hoursā. Kick yourself in the ass with niceness.
