We Need to Be Kinder to Ourselves
When it comes to self love, I’m a huge advocate.
For other people. Not so much for myself. I mean, it sounds awesome, in theory. It’s not so easy, in practice.
Spending your life being put down by those closest to you, your mother, your former husband, supposed friends, makes it difficult to see the good in yourself. I’ve never had very high self esteem. I would even venture to say that I truly don’t have much at all.
Through the years, some of the harsher things I’ve heard have stuck with me like glue, and I can’t seem to find the Goo-Gone. Sadly, I have a much harder time remembering the good things I’ve heard, though I know they are there. My current husband tells me I’m beautiful and smart. I tell him he’s delusional.
I don’t take compliments well at all.
It’s not that I don’t like to hear them, I really do. I just don’t respond well, because I always wonder why that person would say them. I’ve thought so little of myself for so long, it’s difficult for me to believe that someone else would think anything different.
Today, a fellow writer, Leslie Wibberley, posted an essay about what your future self would say to you, given the chance.
