Badass feminist love

Can I tell you about how I've finally fallen in love with myself? About how lockdown has forced me to face my insecurities and imperfections and see them as a tangle of beautiful qualities in a beautiful person? How I threw myself into therapy and how I've buried myself in books on codependency and attachment theory and badass feminist texts on learning to love yourself in a capitalistic world that feeds off your perceived unworthiness.

Winding up single and alone used to seem like a failure. But being alone is a choice and being alone doesn't mean you are without love. Being alone means rediscovering old friendships, strengthening platonic love, embracing new connections and it especially means learning to love your own company. I wish I'd known that a long time ago.

I went into lockdown full of heartbreak and anxiety and I've come out bursting with love and strength.