So often I hear ‘You should love yourself’.
Of course you should. You should love yourself for the strong, intelligent person that you are. You should love yourself for doing the best you can. You should love yourself for being the best version of you possible.
You should love yourself, but do you?
I didn’t love myself. I didn’t love being ridiculously overweight. I didn’t love feeling sluggish and sloth like. I didn’t love that I couldn’t keep up with my children. I didn’t love that I felt like I was disappointing my husband (though realistically I know I never could).
I didn’t love it and so I changed it.
I changed it. I am still changing it. I still don’t love myself in that aspect, but I am definitely closer to liking myself.
I do love that I try my hardest to be a good mum. I do love that I can be a thoughtful wife. I love that I can be a supportive, fun sister, and an empathic, considerate daughter. I love that I can acknowledge my faults, because I’ve worked hard on myself to be able to.
I love that I’m still discovering all of the sides of ‘me’. I love that I’m currently in a good headspace, one which allows me to appreciate my strengths and not drown in my weaknesses.
You should love yourself. It is ok to not love every single thing about who you are, but you should love yourself enough that you can be honest about what doesn’t feel right for you, and you should love yourself enough to find some way to either change what you’re struggling with or to find peace with it.
There is no wrong answer, but how about instead of pushing for love and feeing rotten because we don’t think we’re good enough, we start by getting to know ourselves, and let it blossom from there.
Love takes time.