2017 has been the year of less fuck boys and more self love/care. Which I’m ALL about, don’t get me wrong, sist-ah friend.
But in the midst of focusing on our eyebrows and deleting his number… some of us have forgotten the true meaning of self-care.
Self-care is any activity that we do deliberately in order to take care of our mental, emotional, and physical health. Although it’s a simple concept in theory, it’s something we very often overlook. Good self-care is key to improved mood and reduced anxiety. It’s also key to a good relationship with oneself and others.
I’ll be honest. My anxiety is not caused by an uneven complexion, poor nail beds, or lack of gallery wall decor.
My anxiety is crippling; when it’s difficult to leave the house for days at a time. When showering seems like a grand gesture. When having conversations with a close family member seems impossible.
Bath bombs are a band aid to the problem. Let’s stop glorifying spa days when what we really need, is to get fucking real with ourselves and our bullshit.
Sometimes, self care is…
convincing yourself to wash your hair because it’s been a week.
reminding yourself to eat, because our bodies need food no matter how bloated and gross they feel.
getting your ass off the couch, even if it’s just for 15 minutes.
promising yourself a $6 coffee because it means leaving the house for the first time in days.
In the midst of Insta-worthy pampering and indulgences, don’t forget to take care of yourself.