GIFT YOU!!!!





Nothing compares to the feeling of gifting yourself.

Is it just me, or is there a unique satisfaction that comes with treating yourself? We often downplay our own worth, disregarding ourselves while upholding the standards of others so well.

Today, I got myself something I really liked, and I was so excited. It made me pause and reflect, because for someone who loves gifting (as it is my love language), it's surprising how rarely I gift myself. But on this self-love journey, I’ve been learning and, more importantly, implementing.

What’s the point of always searching for the perfect gift for a friend if you don’t put the same effort into doing the same for yourself? Like it or not, we can’t give what we don’t have. If I want to express love to the people around me, I must start by loving and cherishing myself first.

A truly beautiful woman once told me that people admire her outward beauty, but her heart is even more beautiful than her face. I’ve always loved the confidence with which she said it. From that statement, you can tell she not only acknowledges her beauty, inside and out, but also genuinely loves herself.

So, dear reader, however you express love to others, try doing the same for yourself. Love starts from within. In the words of Aunty Lade, date you!

The trick with loving you first, is that you wouldn't run out of love to give as it does come from within 

@favvy_Okwansđź–¤.

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