A few years ago, I went around asking my friends, ‘what does it mean to love yourself?’ For I had no idea. My dear love, Patrice Roland, gave me an answer that made sense to me. He said, ‘to treat yourself the way you’d treat your beloved.’ Its far easier cooking for the beloved than cooking for yourself. Its far easier taking care of the beloved, than taking care of yourself.
When was the last time you gave yourself water when you were thirsty? Or food when you were hungry? And then comes the crash. We don’t treat ourselves with the respect we deserve, the gentleness we need.
The average person has a dysfunctional or non-extant relationship with his or her body. The athlete respects her body. Triathletes, we worship our bodies.
Today, I know what a parent goes through when the child is ill. I know what the wife goes through when the husband develops a cough. When you are ill, I hurt. And I am asking you: if you can’t take care of yourself for you, take care of yourself to prevent me from getting hurt. Don’t treat the person I love so much with such callousness.
This beast can’t live if anything happens to his flower.
If you can’t be well for yourself, be well for my sake, my love.