Love is like a second skin. When it is strong enough, it covers you entirely , making you stronger, transforming yourself , layer by layer into a solid armor that can protect you from anything. The more you are surrounded by love, the more layers accumulate. I truly believe that being loved is the most beautiful thing. I am still marked by the love of my mother, I feel it still envelops me even though she’s long gone. But beyond all that, it's self-acceptance, it's the love we have for ourselves. Unfortunately, I lost it somewhere along the way. That’s when you become an empty shell