Another ValentineвЂ™s has come and gone, and IвЂ™m left thinking about CupidвЂ™s arrow and L-O-V-E day.
This 12 months, however, it had been less about me personally investing one hour shaving and much more about representation, introspection, and a journey in to the heart of self-love.
Trust me, IвЂ™m no specialist in the art that is fine of self-love. IвЂ™m generally speaking far better at self-sabotage and self-deprecation.
Backstory: I first started processing the thought of dating myself when I had been dealing with a major, major breakup just last year. It absolutely was probably the most defining relationship IвЂ™d ever been part of; it absolutely was with a person who had been the initial individual to ever understand me- the great, the bad, as well as the at the beginning of the morning me (yikes). It had been a tumultuous, terrible, wonderful, bright, miserable, enlightening, and relationship that is invigorating all at one time. Continue reading