Loving me

Love yourself first. people tell me.
How. I ask.

Pamper yourself. Put you on high preference. They tell.
I tried but failed. I replied.

Then they recite a broken recipe.
Get out to nature,
         eat green,
         improve  endorphins, dopamine, serotonin,
         walk, jump, run,
         read, write, paint,
         cry, shout, scream,
         be playful, laugh a lot, smile at people,
         be kind, be contempt.

Nay, these rules do not work. Still I can't love me. I said.

But, on my lone walk, after a Sunday Mass,
I asked Me, how do I love you dear.

And I told Me.
There are only two commandments.
One - you not to attempt anything that would hurt you.
Two - be your own beloved and your parent.

And, now, I'm loving me.