Every woman should have her own night

My name is Sophie, I am 33 years old and live in Brooklyn, New York. This city never runs out of stories, but mine started on an incredibly ordinary night.

I worked overtime very late that day and missed the last subway. The streets were a bit cold at two in the morning. I was walking home with my computer bag, my head full of work documents and reports urged by my boss. Life was packed—so packed that there was barely any room left for me.

After returning home, I stood in front of the window, looking at the string of yellow light bulbs hanging on the roof of the next door, and suddenly thought: Why am I so tired every day, but nothing is really "for myself"?

The things I truly want never make it onto the to-do list.

I don't lack dates, but I lack connections
In a city like New York, it's too easy to fall in love. Say hello, have a drink, chat for a few words... Everything moves fast and fades even faster.

It's not that I haven't tried it. Dating here feels like the rush hour crowd at the subway—intense but fleeting. Sometimes, I would even start to draft the words of breaking up in my mind when a man was still lying in bed.

It’s not that I don’t believe in love, but I began to know more and more clearly: what I want is not companionship, but understanding.

Later, at a friend’s party, we talked about those "things that women can’t say". We drank a little too much and talked more. Someone mentioned Rose Toy. I gave a polite laugh, but I quietly tucked the name away.

After returning home, I checked the Internet. Rows of soft pink, oddly cute gadgets filled the screen. I instinctively felt that this did not belong to me. But I stopped on the page of Vibelush for a few more seconds. I don’t know if it was its design or a sentence in the comment area that made me loosen my defense.

I still remember the line that caught me:
“It’s not about sex. It’s about reclaiming your body.”

At that moment, I suddenly felt that maybe I also deserved a night that truly belonged to me.

The first night I used it, I was actually a little angry

You heard it right, not shy, not nervous, but a little "angry".
Not to Rose Toy, but to myself.
I realized I hadn’t truly connected with my own body in ages.

Usually, I look like a woman with a strong sense of control, with exquisite clothes, clean makeup, and decent words. But at that moment, I realized: I was so unfamiliar with my own body.

It was too quiet, so quiet that I was a little overwhelmed.

The vibration of Rose Toy is not exaggerated, it is gentle but precise, like someone who is familiar with your rhythm, whispering to you in the dark: "Are you okay?"

I turned off the lights and laid there, the only thing I could hear was my own heartbeat. I didn't cry, but my whole body was so light that it seemed to float on the water.

I never imagined something that looked like a flower could lead me back to the deepest part of myself.

I began to learn to no longer live "numbly"

I never think that pleasure is a shame. But for a long time, my perception of pleasure was dull. My body seemed to mechanically complete every movement, but no longer sent any signals.

Vibelush's rose toy did not make me a different person. It just made me regain the version of "being honest to myself".

In the weeks that followed, I did not become sexier or a better lover. I just learned to treat myself better: I no longer accepted all invitations on weekends, and just wanted to sunbathe on the balcony alone; I no longer frantically browsed social software after get off work, but made a cup of tea and sat on the sofa in a daze.

I began to seriously choose the people I was willing to get close to, and no longer wasted time with boring conversations.

I’ve grown to really like the place I’m in now. It's not because "I have something", but "I finally stopped ignoring myself".

Rose toy is part of my life, but not all of it.

I don't want to deify it, and I don't want to package it as a "destiny-changing" artifact like some platforms do.

In the final analysis, it is just an object, a tool.

What really changed is the me who dared to hear my heartbeat in the middle of the night.

It was me who tuned back into my body, who let go of all the “you shouldn’ts” and “you can’ts,” and it was me who pressed the "pause" button for myself.

Rose Toy is just a witness who accompanied me to complete this process.

I am very grateful for it, and I am also grateful for myself.

Every woman deserves such a night, not for pleasing, but just to get close

We are always required to be "independent", "rational" and "efficient". But few people tell us: you can love yourself for a while gently, selfishly and without reason.

Not to become someone’s girlfriend, wife, or mom—not to please anyone. It is for yourself - for you who occasionally feels lonely and tired, but still desires to live a real life.

What vibelush gave me is not a supplement to a certain identity, but a sense of freedom that does not need to be proved.

I know it is not suitable for everyone. But I hope you can also have a night for yourself.

Lock the door, silence the notifications, no plan is needed, and no reason is needed. Just let the body speak quietly.

It understands you more than you think.

Conclusion: Loving yourself is not part of the plan, but the starting point

This city is too fast, life is too full, and we are too good at suppressing. But you are not a machine, you are a person.

I hope you can set aside even one night for yourself. Even if it’s just ten quiet minutes. Even if it’s just one soft reminder to yourself.

I hope we can all remember to get along well with ourselves in the midst of busyness.

Even if no one else says it—you should know you deserve to feel whole.