Well, technically every day is a new day to love yourself, but we officially celebrate it every February 14th. I'm not going to lie. This week has been a weird week. Outside of tired out to the max from work, I've had the pleasure of catching the opinions of several men on the holiday. Some of the younger taken men have bragged about how every day they take the time to love their women. Some other men (the single ones) have taken the time out talk about being the man-whores that they are. There have also been a few married men that decided to join the Valentines-hate bus and speak their minds.
Initially I was thinking "For Real?" but then I hopped onto Victoria's Secret on my day off and purchased a few nice things. It felt good to treat myself to something I love. I'm also planning to party the part of the weekend that I'm not working away like a fabulous single woman should be doing.
It often gets exhausting hearing all the devastating relationship stories, the tales of single women not being able to lock a man down, and the ones that decide to go one deep forever like its cool. Plus I've never had good luck with holidays like this, but for some reason today I don't care. I just want to live in the moment.
I'm beautiful and even if no man wants to acknowledge it right now, I'll dance in my beauty.
P.S. I started to post a picture of myself in the moment, but it's too hot for the blog.
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