Self-care is subversive.
A lot of times I play this trick on myself where I think that I’m taking care of myself by not doing anything. I can’t go to class today; it’s too stressful. I can’t shower today; cleanliness is a tool of the patriarchy. I can’t do my homework; it’s overwhelming. I won’t answer my phone today; I need me time. Eating healthy and working out is for girls who want boyfriends and I am my own woman! But it’s not true you guys. Because that stuff doesn’t mean I’m taking care of myself. Sometimes self-care has to be making yourself get out of bed and doing your work and eating vegetables and having human contact. I have to start reminding myself of that or I’ll end up back in yoga pants for six months or some similarly terrible fate.
k. sull, my main bitch speaking some truth to power & self love
