On Valentine's day the whole world drowns in red roses and whispered promises of eternal love. And then there’s me 🦇
I’ve 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 ✨
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 I’m finally learning to see in my own reflection (somewhere, my therapist is surely raising a toast to this affirmation.).
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