On Valentine's day the whole world drowns in red roses and whispered promises of eternal love. And then thereโs me ๐ฆ
Iโve never been one to buy into this spectacle, never seen love as something to be measured in chocolates and grand gestures once a year. Love, if real, should linger in the quiet moments, in the shadows between words. It should be nurtured daily and not be present in a single day draped in forced perfection, disguising a reality which is too often sadly way different.
So, instead of conforming I choose to stand apart.
I might be single but rather than mourning solitude or wishing for someone by my side to fill the voids, I pour my energy into cultivating the most important, deepest, most enigmatic form of love, the one that takes a lifetime to master: self-love โจ
I feed it, I shape it, I let it wrap around me like the darkest silk. Every day, I invest in myself, and today, even more so. I honor my journey, my scars, my resilience. I celebrate my achievements, my victories, my growth, the woman I am becoming, my value, the beauty Iโm finally learning to see in my own reflection (somewhere, my therapist is surely raising a toast to this affirmation.).
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