When a friend of mine asked me some time ago if I loved myself, I couldn’t reply that I did; I just remained silent. He correctly reminded me that if I don’t love myself, how do I expect to love others? Some of my hesitancy came perhaps from my social conditioning i.e. the requirement in Western societies that we remain modest or risk being seen in a bad light; however, my hesitancy was also instigated by what I must confess was my lack of appreciation and awe for my physical body or my achievements in life. Since then, I’ve made it a regular practice to be kind to myself, to be my own best friend.
The voice in our head that tells us that we aren’t good enough, aren’t successful enough, aren’t young enough, aren’t beautiful enough, etc. is only one part of our self. It’s wise to start listening to other parts of our being (like our intuition), and to keep the voice in our head on mute as much as possible. Only by loving ourselves and accepting ourselves – warts, faults and all – can we brim over with love for others.
Excerpt from “She Who Is Unto Herself”.