At this point in my life, almost everything is an act of self love.
In the past (and still struggling in the present) I’ve been very down on myself, harsh, judgmental - in ways I would never be to another person. Daily I try to be accepting of myself, kind to myself, even proud of myself. (Although even when I manage that I can be snarky and refer to it as narcissism.)
Taking the time to make some breakfast, pouring a cup of tea, taking photos. These are all little things that I do for myself. It’s perhaps the first time I’ve ever really even considered what it is I want, and what I want to do. It’s daunting to me to have such freedom, but I’m working at accepting it, and myself, more each day.