Another Valentine’s Day has come and eliminated, and I also’m kept thinking about Cupid’s arrow and L-O-V-E.
This current year, though, it actually was less about myself spending one hour shaving and much more about expression
Trust me, I’m no specialist at the artwork of tough self-love. I am normally much better at self-deprecation and self-sabotage.
Backstory: major break up just last year. It was the most defining relationship I would ever come part of; it had been with men who was the initial person to ever before understand me- the good, the terrible, therefore the at the beginning of the morning myself (yikes). It had been a tumultuous, awful, great, brilliant, unhappy, enlightening, and invigorating partnership- all at once. But, the guy only changed their mind someday. Continue reading “We initially started handling the notion of dating myself personally as I was dealing with an important”