The toxic cult of self-love

I used to think that the early hours of the morning were for sleeping. Sometimes they might become an extension, or at worst a hangover, from a sloppy, messy night before; a party that keeps going, a person you can’t get enough of – these are the reasons to be up at dawn.

Now I know that’s wrong, even detrimental, thinking. Those wee hours of the morning are not for spontaneity or sleep. They are for deliberate self-improvement, self-care and, above all, self-love. When the sun comes up to greet you, you should not be rising with it, but already 60 minutes through your yoga session or finishing your affirmations (‘I am strong, I am beautiful’) in the mirror. If you dare deny how wonderful you are before the rooster crows, you too have committed a cardinal sin. These are the rules in the new cult of self-love.

In retrospect, I should have seen the signs.