I wanted to draw a picture of love, whatever that means to me. The first thing that came to mind was dancing. I also though about self-love and unabashed self-care. Really simple gestures, like running my hand through my hair or moving my body in a way that feels good, can sometimes feel verbotten and I often feel guilt and hesitancy. So, love, to me, was characterized by a freedom of movement. Love was characterized by an indulgence in physical expression without guilt or second thought.
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