I was once told, believer or not “we all worship something”. Whether that’s money, fame, family, education or ourselves. Our love and admiration go towards something. But at what point does self-love become toxic?

I’m sure I’m not the only one who imagined my boo would stand outside my window with a radio playing my favourite songs, write me love letters and we’d ride away in the sunset somewhere happily ever after. And can you blame me? We’ve bought a fantasy sold to us through most love songs, romance novels and romcoms. Whilst the romantic in me will never die, I’ve learnt that there is a big difference between having high standards and unreasonable expectations.