Now I’m all for self love. In fact I would go as far as to say I was an advocate of self love.
But, from time to time I have found myself wondering what am I supposed to do when all the Yoga and organic dark chocolate in the world just won’t cut it.
I had been feeling it for a while – extra pressure with work, deadlines looming and bills hovering somewhere in the background.
Then finally I’m eye to eye with the weekend and somewhere not too far away I hear the words ‘fuck it’.
Would it be so bad to lose control and go wild?
Drop the responsibility I’ve been holding so close to my chest, rip up the budget I’ve been carrying around and have just one more drink…
Who cares if I don’t appreciate the morning, miss 6am yoga and waste tomorrow on the sofa eating pizza. And so what if I don’t save any money this month?
If practicing self love means always making the healthy choice for your body, then I have failed tonight and tomorrows most likely a write off too.
But then again, what if self love doesn’t actually mean this at all?
To me, self love simply means knowing myself well enough to drop all the rules and having the confidence to trust my choices – even when they’re bad.
And of course, accepting that sometimes you’ve just gotta dance until 3am.
“How well do you know yourself?”