On the first of February, I took myself out on a little solo date, just me myself an’ I, to celebrate the arrival of Pink Month, as I like to call it. I got all dressed up in something cute, but I wasn’t feeling the most confident, and I hadn’t in a while. So, when I sent a picture to my friend @leafynib, I coupled it with a little self-deprecation— as one does.
“I figured I should put the effort in if I’m gonna at least PRETEND to love myself this month, y’know?” I said.
Harmless, I thought. Good for the sometimes-too-large ego.
“Pretending,” she sent back, “or practicing?”
I had to stare at the wall for a long time after that.










