At 22-years-old in September 2010, I decided to embark on a journey in the form of a blog, Confessions of a Love Addict, to fall in love with myself and stop worrying about being single or having a boyfriend.
I was an editorial assistant at a small business magazine that I hated, living in a small studio in Harlem and barely getting by on my 30K salary. I came to the realization that so much of my attention — and my conversations with every female I knew — focused on men. Dating them. Sleeping with them. Falling in love with them. Calling them. Texting them. I decided it was time to stop caring about guys and instead, start making myself the priority. If I couldn’t love myself single, how could I expect anyone worth anything, to love me?
And so, Confessions of a Love Addict was born.
Over the course of a year, I wrote every single day about everything from bad dates and bad sex to getting over body image ideas and figuring out how to manage my finances and student loans.
Within the first two months, I was featured on the homepage of WordPress and attracted readers worldwide. Since it’s inception, the blog has gained hundreds of thousands of unique visitors and thousands of subscribers and comments. The site has great engagement: people from across the globe submit photos reading the blog as part of “Addicts Unite,”, others write “Dear Boy” stories and “Self-Love” letters around Valentine’s Day.
And to go back where it all started, read the first post.