I used to think 'self-care' was some kind of luxury only certain people could afford, like regular massages or weekend getaways. I remember thinking bubble baths were self-care. Now I realize it's just... choosing the apple instead of the chips. Small, almost invisible acts of choosing myself, over and over. I used to believe self-care required a whole afternoon. Now I see it's more like… setting a boundary, even when it's uncomfortable. Saying no to the extra shift, even when the money would really help. Those tiny acts of preservation, they add up.