Self love at the end of the road.
I feel like self love is made out to be like this mystical creature or some euphoric island that doesn't exist. It's full of fluffy blush pink clouds, shimmering sunsets and everybody poops glitter. But in reality self love is still real life. Once you gain love for who and what you are, life doesn't change dramatically. So what is different?
Ana Louise Bonasera, mum of 4 boys, girl power enthusiast.