Love Yourself.

Today & every day.

Zuma Beach. February 2014.

I think today is the first Valentine's Day that I was completely unaware of. I mean, I knew today was Valentine's Day, but I wasn't surrounded by nauseatingly cute couples, flower deliveries, and the color pink. It felt like a regular old Friday, which made me start to think. I usually don't feel the greatest about myself on this day - mostly because I'm hyper-aware of the fact that of my 24 years of life, 22 of them have been spent Valentine-less. But instead of feeling down about it, this year I felt a sense of pride. I know I have my shit together. I've got a great job, I'm independent, and I've lost 11 pounds in 5 weeks. Right now, I'm feeling pretty good about where I'm at. All of those things added up made me feel a million miles away from the pity party that usually dances around in my head each February 14th. I love myself. Today, and every day. One day I know I'll have a silly Valentine to spend the rest of my V-day's with, and the years we're together will outnumber the 22 years I've spent alone. Having that to look forward to is something to be grateful for. And until that day arrives, I'll continue to evolve, work on bettering myself, and love with as much heart as I have.

Happy Valentine's Day to me.