When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits – anything that kept me small. My judgment called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.
A healthy relationship is one where two independent people just make a deal that they will help make the other person the best version of themselves.
I think perfection is ugly. I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion.