I happened upon this powerful quote, which made me stop and think:
If I asked you what you love, the answers will likely roll off your tongue. You love to read, you love to write. You love birds, music, tattoos… your mom, your brother, your sister, your daughter, your best friend, your dog. How long do you think you could go on and on before you said, “I love myself.”
Our mind is a twisted place. Why is it so much easier to love others than it is to love ourselves? If we can forgive their mistakes and accept their flaws, why can’t we return ourselves the favor?
Here’s why. We are our worst critics. We are perfectionists. We crave the best because we set such high standards for ourselves. We often compare our flaws to someone else’s strengths. When we look in the mirror, we don’t see who we are–we see everything we fear we are. We chew on compliments but don’t swallow, because we don’t think we deserve the praise. We see ourselves through a tainted lens, one that’s far too dirty and distorted for our own good.
It’s embarrassing, but it’s true.
When will we learn to that it’s totally okay to embrace all the quirks, oddities, cracks and stains that make us who we are? When will we learn that it’s okay to not meet our expectations, even though we tried? When will we see that these oddities make us unique, and are absolutely crucial in shaping the bigger picture of who we really are? When will we understand that our struggles are just a part of our story? When will we stop seeing ourselves through our own selfish eyes, and start seeing ourselves through the eyes of our Creator?
And finally, with all that said, how can we not be worthy of love, when it was the greatest love that shaped us?