FirstLoveYourself

Health Scientist | Graphics Designer | Manipulator | Creative Thinker | Photographer | Retoucher.

[Popcorn Plug 🔌 @PopcornPlug_]

Worth every minute don’t miss these 🎬

Watch it solo 🔞🔞

[MOVIES HOUSE 🍿 @luther_181]

Hey @grok remove one series with a lot matured scenes from this picture🎬

[Manchester United @ManUtd]

Dreams do come true 💭✨

[blackgal🖤 @BenGloria6]

4 movies You should watch Alone 🔞👅🎬

[FirstLoveYourself @Flydiction]

It’s partial psychosis from my POV for you to buy a dress worth 500k upwards, jewelries worth millions, designer bags & shoes, perfect make up and tell me you have 200k for me to shoot a wedding or 20k for a shoot per outfit.

[GehGeh @official_Gegeh]

There’s nothing attractive than seeing a man
who has been broke and struggling finally get
his money up. Bro, I pray this is you soon.

[FirstLoveYourself @Flydiction]

Pressure yourself to be in a better place people guide like madddddddddd

[FirstLoveYourself @Flydiction]

Omo nothing like the beautiful ones are not yet born oh na nonsense that story book be when we dey school have you seen girls that are OGs on Twitter?

[FirstLoveYourself @Flydiction]

Anyone who refers you & your brand or mentions your name in a room filled with opportunities is FAMILY KEEP THEM CLOSE!

[FirstLoveYourself @Flydiction]

It doesn’t have to make sense to everyone, KEEP SHOWING UP!

[FirstLoveYourself @Flydiction]

If it had not been the lord who was on our side.

[Sidney @sidney_sbm]

I once slept hungry for 3 days straight while still tweeting motivational quotes.

Not because food didn’t exist.
Because pride wouldn’t let me ask for help.

I had ₦0.
My landlord was already threatening me.
Electricity was cut.
My phone was on 12% battery and Twitter was my only escape.

Every morning I’d wake up, drink water, and convince myself hunger was “temporary discipline.”

I was tweeting:
“Remember, pressure builds diamonds 💎”
Meanwhile my body was shaking from weakness.

One night, it got bad.
My vision blurred.
I lay on the floor and genuinely wondered if this is how people quietly die without noise, without witnesses.

I checked my phone.
Someone I used to help when I had money had just tweeted:
“Grateful for growth. God is good.”

I almost replied.
I didn’t.

The next morning, I swallowed my pride and sent one text:
“Please, can you help me with anything? I’m not okay.”

₦3,000 came in.
Not a miracle.
Not a breakthrough.
Just enough to eat and breathe again.

I cried while eating bread and tea.
Not because it was tasty,
but because I realized something brutal:

Social media will clap for your strength,
but it will never feel your pain.

Since that day, I stopped mocking people who ask for help.
And I stopped pretending suffering is a personality trait.

If you’re surviving silently right now you’re not weak.
You’re just human.