Last Valentine’s Day, I was in the early weeks of a situationship unfolding. I thought I had something to toast to, but instead, I was left disappointed. Yeah, I am talking about no gift. No effort. Not even the smallest gesture of appreciation.
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He just showed up empty handed and my dumb ass had a gift ready for him to receive that I spent money on and purchased. I did not feel upset because if I like you I have no problem showing it in any way I feel compelled to. I was in my lover girl era that left my heart numb.
So this year? There are no expectations from anyone but myself. I am single. I am thriving.
I refuse to let this day be about what I don’t have. Instead, it’s about what I do have—me, my peace, and my ability to make this night exactly what I want it to be.
How I’m Loving Myself This Valentine’s Night
Lingerie – Not for anyone else, but for me. I love feeling sexy in my skin, and nothing screams feminine energy like draping myself in silk and lace just because I can.
A Self-Pleasure Toy – Because intimacy starts with self-love, and no one knows me better than me. Enough said.
Chocolates & Wine – Indulgence? Yes, please. The simple pleasure of rich, smooth chocolate and a glass of wine is the perfect way to toast to myself.
I am basking in my own presence this year.
No sadness, no bitterness—just a night of sensuality, self-appreciation, and feminine energy at its finest. Alexa will be playing the R&B hits for me to sway my hips to.
Ladies, if you’re single this Valentine’s Day, don’t sweat it because I damn sure won’t be. Romantic love is beautiful, but self-love is forever. 💋✨
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