I wonder what it’s like to like yourself. What does it feel and look like?

Would you wake up smiling at this new day to balance that baffling one before? Is your head even with your back and your steps lighter? Does that bright blue sweater replace the solidly black one you often wear? Do you need less salt on your food because you’re now able to taste the food’s flavors and then enjoy one scoop of ice cream when you wanted two? Do you copy your nearby cat at mid-afternoon and close your eyes for thirty glorious minutes?

Does liking yourself soften your car’s music not to bother the one next to yours and is your “Thank you” authentic to the cashier with all her tattoos in full view?

Nearing eighty years, can you smile, replacing a curse word, when that top button will just not button?

During that party, that corner is now replaced with a fake plant because you are mingling, engaging, and enjoying the company of others as they are enjoying yours. Is this what it is like to like yourself? To be yourself. Does liking yourself help others to like themselves? Isn’t this a beautiful virus?

Liking is only the primer before the final coat of love. Isn’t, “Love one another as you love yourself” written somewhere? Yet, how can that happen, occur, and transform your and other’s lives; unless you, don’t kinda, but sincerely like…