"Do you like yourself?"
I sat in my therapists office
I was seventeen
The question weighed heavily on me
I didn't.
"No, I don't,"
I replied sadly.
Seventeen
Eighteen
Ninteen
Then
Twenty
I sat through countless new years eves sad to be alone
Until 2021
I sat alone in my room
It was dark
I watched television
I thought of myself
I thought of how much
How much I loved myself
How I was my favorite person.
The next therapy session I had I told her "you know how you asked, you asked a while ago if I had liked myself?"
"Yes, I remember,"
"I do,"
