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Self love

Valentine’s Day is all about loving the other, if you have an other in your life. I must admit I have mixed feelings about this “holiday.” While my sisters and I agree to disagree on how wonderful “la St. Valentin” is, what we do agree on unanimously, is that self-love is essential to wellness and happiness. And that we all still need to be reminded to practice self-love, everyday. Here is how we do it.


After two years of dating, my now husband surprised me with a delicately wrapped gift. I removed the bow from the box to discover a black see-through bra with matching panties. The instant I tried them on, I fell in love with lingerie. Whether it’s a bra, panties, a corset or a nightgown, I love them all. There’s one for every occasion, every mood, every color. My two favorite brands are Chantal Thomas and Aubade, both French, one is saucy and glamorous, the other elegant and seductive. Yes, lingerie is definitely what I associate the most with self-love. Every morning, they make me feel delicate, audacious, and provocative all at the same time. Throughout the day, they remind me that looking good, means feeling good, means doing good. Just for myself (although sometimes for him too).


As long as I can remember, my mother always told me that taking care of myself, of my body, of my soul was absolutely essential. Not for someone else… but as a self-love ritual. So when I am feeling down and have only myself to take care of, I go for a manicure at the Nailbar or indulge in a foot massage. I then go home, pour myself a glass of champagne or good red wine, and get into a warm, bubbly bath. Candles, lounge music and an Alchimie Forever scrub are all I need for the moment to become perfect; every single time, this ritual makes me feel relaxed, beautiful, and soft-skinned, ready to take care of others again.     


Taking care of my loved ones comes naturally to me. Period, no question-mark. On the other hand, I feel self-love as more of a quest. Is it spending more time with myself? Being in tune with my desires? Does it involve pampering? Does it require being a little selfish? I am still learning what self-love really means to me. Last Saturday I practiced yoga that made me connect with my breath, my body, even my blood. After the session, still in a blissful state of inner quiet, I walked to my favorite place in Geneva – Bains des Pâquis. On the menu: sauna overlooking the lake and a vegetable soup. Add the company of a beautiful and true friend, and I can say it’s the closest thing to self-love I’ve experienced so far in 2018.


To me, self-love is solitude and silence, and lots of creams and lotions and potions. Being alone in silence is how I reflect, recharge, and selfishly spend time on myself, with myself, for myself. As long as I’m not working, it doesn’t matter if I am reading, watching a movie, daydreaming, or cleaning out my closets during that quiet alone time. My product rituals also help me find self-love (not the bath or shower part though). It’s like all day every day I take care of others (family, team members, customers, friends). But in my bathroom, applying layers of serums, creams, lotions, I connect with myself, with my face and body. What they say about the power of human touch is so true… even if it’s my own.

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