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SELF-LOVE ISN'T SELFISH

 In the era of people craving for others' love, just fall in love with yourself. Yeah, Self-love isn't selfish. It's important for everyone regardless of age, race, gender, or sexuality. It's Henry who is in a relationship with Iris. Both of them had a great life. She is in good hands, he always stood by her side. What she loves is what he does. He loved her more than himself. Not only Iris, but he also loved his family too. He did what satisfied them. From dawn till dusk, he worked hard for them. One day Iris told him that he is not fit for her. These words constantly echoed in his mind, which distracted him from everything. He can't even work, talk or do something properly. His family noticed his turnaround and left him alone, which affected him more and more. He experienced what is real loneliness. It just ate him up from the inside out. He craved love and care but all ended up in disappointment. At a point, he started to figure out where things went wrong. And realized that there is a lack of self-love. Then he started to love himself and accepted the way he is. With a tender heart, he cared for himself. This caused a drastic change in him. He started to rebuild his life. He becomes more productive at work and made his relationship stronger.



 Lucille ball says that" LOVE YOURSELF FIRST AND EVERYTHING FALLS INTO LINE". That's absolutely true. Selflove encompasses not only how you treat yourself, but also your thoughts and feelings about yourself. Self-love is not selfish, it is the happiness that flows in you. When no one is there, self-love is there to comfort and console you. Beyond your strengths and weaknesses, ups and downs, success and failure, LOVE YOURSELF.

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