I often wish I could see myself through the eyes of others because I am fairly certain they don’t view me through the hypercritical lens I have viewed myself through since childhood. My parents, mainly my dad…so focused on intellectual development, aesthetics never factored in.
Now, I find myself an adult woman that squirms, deflects, and doesn’t quite know how to embrace someone referring to me as physically attractive, beautiful, etc. I fumble and stumble to string together even the simple phrase, “Thank you.”
I don’t hate myself like I did when I was a kid, but I still can more easily see my flaws, shortcomings, blemishes.
Self love is a daily struggle for me. It is one I win more than lose these days. I am grateful for the progress. I am grateful that with each passing day, I like the woman I am and the woman I am becoming more.
However, this isn’t to say I waltz through the days oozing self love and positivity. I don’t. Not at all.
One day, loving myself won’t take so much work. However, today? It is.