Apologies in advance, but I’m going to start things off on a cynical note. I’ve always been suspicious of self-love as a concept—not just because it’s felt elusive for most of my life, but more so as a result of the role it’s taken on in our wellness-obsessed culture.
With guided journals, aestheticized card decks, and beauty bundles marketed as tools for self-love, we’ve reached an oversaturated apex of self-love monetization.
I’m not surprised—it’s the fate for just about every wellness buzzword out there. For me, to actually experience the confidence, acceptance, and self-actualization that self-love promises, it took stepping away from the glitz and glam of the internet’s interpretation and actually understanding what self-love looked like and meant for me.Read more on theeverygirl.com