I bestow utmost love to those parts of me that require my love and attention the most.

The parts that need the most attention are usually the ones you have quietly stopped looking at.

A shoulder you no longer stretch because stretching it hurts. A section of the body you dress around. A habit of angling away from mirrors that you never actually decided on.

Avoidance is understandable and it compounds. The shoulder gets stiffer for being spared. What is being asked here is smaller than love in the grand sense: turn back toward the thing, briefly, on purpose. Attention first. Affection can take its time catching up.