There was a time when I used to think about my own birthday. Plan for it. Buy myself a new dress and tell my parents what I want for birthday. Party with friends, even if meant just going out for lunch. Getting a haircut around the month. Waiting for the big day. Almost the whole year.
Life was good in such simple thing that I am important for myself.
Life got complex from the time I stopped looking after my mental happiness treat requirements. First, should have always been me. Being selfless doesn’t anyhow mean to stop caring for little things that makes us feel good and loved by own selves.