What’s that fluttering overhead? Oh crap, it’s Cupid. Well, looks more like Hallmark’s CEO in a jet pack to me, but I digress. Somehow, we’ve once again reached the time of year when new lovers do the dance to decide whether they’re ‘those people’, time-worn couples scramble for something last minute in M&S and many singletons feel the pressure to catch butterflies. Yes, it’s Valentine’s Day, and love is most certainly being pumped into the air.
Unless you’ve wriggled through life unscathed, you’re likely well aware that romance can be a glorious, hideous, torturous thing. Marketed as a privilege preserved for those in pairs, it’s thrilling when you have it, taunting when you want it and repulsing when you don’t. Though, as evidenced by the ‘Self-Care Movement’ (shudder), it is possible to romance oneself with acts of self devotion, betrothed or not. This can manifest in whichever way you choose (unless it’s being #ThatGirl, in which case please stop), and predictably, I enjoy wooing myself by eating with the same gusto as Donna and Tom from Parks and Rec. In other words: treat yo-self!
