How do you treat yourself?

How do you treat yourself
when you're alone
and no-one's watching?
Do you indulge yourself
with flowers, or with candy?
Do you talk to yourself
in a constantly critical voice?
Or do you take the time
to simply love:
to appreciate your foibles
and be tender, like a mother
with her child;
greeting yourself as if
you're a precious flower,
welcomed into a garden
hungry for the color you provide?