I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of allherluv lately. Not as a username or a hashtag, but as a state of being.
It is the decision to stay present.
For a long time, I thought self-love was bubble baths and face masks. And those are lovely. But real self-love is harder. Real self-love is setting the boundary. It is walking away from the table when respect is no longer being served. It is forgiving yourself for the mistake you made three years ago that you still flinch at in the shower. allherluv
With all her love, and all of mine,
To give allherluv is to say: I see the messy, unfinished, complicated version of you—and I am not leaving. If you have to beg for someone’s time, attention, or affection, that is not allherluv . That is a transaction. I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept
It lives in the person who holds your hair back when you’re sick. It lives in the friend who sits with you in silence after a bad day, not trying to fix you, just being there . It lives in the partner who still reaches for your hand in the car after ten years of traffic jams. For a long time, I thought self-love was