Maya AngelouI don't trust people who don't love themselves and tell me, 'I love you.' ... There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.
About This Quote
The first thing that comes to mind when one hears this quote is, “How can you fall in love with someone who doesn't love themselves?” The answer is simple, it is about the person who loves themselves. The person who loves themselves will also love you. You are not what you are but rather who you are, and the people that you are attracted to are someone who are attracted to who they are. If a person wants to be with you, they will make sure they love themselves enough to make sure their relationship with you is based on friendship, not feelings of infatuation, lust or obsession.
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