I knew that title would get your attention!
Although I have to confess that there may be a chance that life would not be as difficult in the first place, if I were better at loving myself. I have some of the most magnificent friends (who by the way, put up with my outrageousness) and I do have the ability to create (in several different mediums) but I think I lean to hard on them and I am still woefully lacking in the “love yourself” concept. Loving me has somehow gotten mixed up with being selfish. They float around my life like 2 different flavors of partially melted Jello in a single bowl, almost impossible to separate the 2 different colors.
It feels like loving me, sharing how I really feel makes me complicated, vulnerable, undone, exposed, NAKED …..