“Love yourself to prove you are worth-loving.”
Beautifully decorated and adorned with accessories… There I stand at the center, hiding my worries. Locked in a jar, torn and crippled… My existence laden with a soul, so tattered and painful. I can’t move much or breathe a lot… As the transparent jar won’t let me do that. The jar is imaginary, they say. …
The phone rings. The voice on the other end says, “We need you again” and the phone hangs up.
