I used to feel undesirable, like I was the end slice. I was passed by like those who blow right through the yellow light. Time and time again the ones who set my heart of fire, never saw me as the one that they desired.
“I’m unloveable, inadequate, who would ever want me?” Those were the words of my personal truth that were more deep-seated than the deepest sea.

On Valentines Day especially, I thought I would like a teddy bear, a rose, and hearing an, “I love you.” It’d be nice to add my name to a waiting list as a party of two.

Then, one day reality hit. I changed my thoughts, my ways, and rewrote the script. How could I expect to be loved by someone else if I did not even learn to love myself? I became my own lover. No, not like that. Get your minds out of the gutter. I just realized that self-pity was wack.

I’m my own Valentine. I don’t need a man to wine and dine. I take myself out, knowing that no matter what I do. I deserve to see and experience things I’ve always wanted to. I don’t need a better half, for I am whole. Keep your empty words, and trinkets. I’m worth more than gold.

“Oh, just one?” the host asks in a tone of voice as sad as he or she thinks I should be. “Just one” is plenty. A party of one is still a party; and, I can enjoy just being with me.

Remember these words when you too are down about not having a hand to hold. It truly is a choice whether or not you create your own solace in solitude, or a prison where you feel lonely and left out in the cold.

A gem that hasn’t been claimed or adorned, is still a gem nonetheless. Self love is a daily choice. It’s not easy, like Britney, I too must confess.

The reality of life is that many won’t always catch your vibes and want you by their side. However, there will be those who reciprocate and draw nearer. Overall, what matters most is that the one who knows your worth is the one looking back at you in the mirror.