Learning to love yourself.

Or, the worst, but most accurate title I could think of. Sorry.

Ink by Britt Whitman of Helheim Gallery, Salem MA. Work done at Great Spirit Tattoo, Greenfield, MA, at a benefit for survivors of rape and domestic violence.

I’ve always hated the phrase “love yourself” and its derivatives. “You can’t be loved until you love yourself.” “No one will really love you until you love yourself.” That shit. I get it. I mean, I know what they’re trying to say, but at the end of the day it’s nothing more than a platitude, a truism— sounds…