
Let’s Talk About Honest, Raw, Respectful Love—With Yourself and Others
By Ruchi Rathor | Healing Heart Series on Real Love
We were raised on fairy tales:
Perfect love, happy endings.
No mess, no doubt, no self-work.
But real love—the kind that heals, sustains, and grows—
isn’t always soft-focus and storybook sweet.
Sometimes, it’s sitting with discomfort.
Sometimes, it’s saying no.
Sometimes, it’s choosing truth over harmony.
Today, let’s leave the fairy tale behind
and talk about the kind of love that feels real—
with yourself, and with others.
What Real Love Actually Feels Like
It’s not fireworks every day.
It’s not losing yourself in someone else.
It’s not perfect.
Real love feels like:
• Being seen and still being safe.
• Saying “I need space” without fear.
• Crying in front of them—and not being asked to stop.
With yourself, it feels like:
• Letting go of guilt.
• Taking breaks without apology.
• Looking in the mirror and choosing kindness.
Love That’s Respectful, Not Performing
Respectful love doesn’t play roles.
It doesn’t hide your truth to “keep the peace.”
It invites your full self—flaws, past, tenderness, and all.
In a respectful relationship (even with yourself):
• Boundaries are honored, not tested.
• Silence is safe, not punished.
• Differences are curious, not threatening.
And love becomes a safe container, not a pressure cooker.
The Courage to Love Honestly
Real love takes courage.
To say:
“This is me.”
“To stay even when it’s hard.”
“To walk away when it’s not respectful.”
It’s not glamorous.
But it is freeing.
You Deserve Love That Feels Like Home
The kind that holds you gently.
That doesn’t demand you shrink.
That lets you grow, soften, rest.
So today, ask yourself:
• Where have I been pretending in the name of love?
• How can I be more honest—with myself, or with someone I care for?
• What does respect feel like to me?
Because love without honesty isn’t love—it’s performance.
Love without respect isn’t love—it’s control.
Let’s redefine love.
Let it be messy.
Let it be soft.
Let it be real.
With tenderness and truth,
Ruchi Rathor