Being Your Own...

Y’all already know my taste in men is questionable to say the least. 

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On top of that, I am a true romantic at heart. I still want my knight in shining armor to ride up on his stallion and whisk me away. I dream of getting flowers “just because” at work, and grinning from ear to ear when I come home to surprises. 

It hasn’t happened yet. I used to be mad about this fact, then sad, then unbothered. My focus was always on the other party, or the absence of the other party, because I just knew that he was hiding somewhere. 

But now, my focus has shifted. Honestly, I’m not even concerned about myself, or my Prince Charming. I had to realize that it does not matter how hard he loves on me, how many rose petals he throws on the bed, what poems he writes or steals off Google. What matters is that if I did not love myself, value myself, and be kind to myself, the efforts of others would be null and void anyway. 

So, instead of wishing on a star for a man to come fix my life, I am focusing on what I bring to the table. Yes, I still want to find love, and I believe that it is my heart’s desire and God will provide. But I also know that love is hard work and not for the weary (we haven’t even TOUCHED marriage) and I want to be ready when the time comes. I know what it feels like to miss a blessing, and I vowed to never do that again, person or otherwise. 

So, I wanted to write this quick piece just to every black girl that didn’t get flowers or Edible Arrangements or Shari’s Berries that it is not the end of the world. Celebrate yourself and buy your own chocolate. It’s gonna be cheaper tomorrow, anyway. 

Dear Black Girl, be your own love today, and everyday. 

Laquasha LoganComment