I am who I am, and that is all I need to be.
I've actually liked myself in certain times of my life.
The rest of my life I have hated myself. In my realization of self-hate after JR died, I had to first admit to myself that the self-hate existed and then forgive myself, which I did.
However, it has been quite a journey back to liking myself. But you know, that is not good enough! It must be love myself.
I've written about why I have hated myself at times. It goes back to my childhood and one of the learned experiences from my father of not being good enough. I was never good enough in his eyes and I hated myself for it. I longed for the acceptance I never received.
The phases of loving myself were during the successful times of my life. I knew I was good enough. You know I'm my biggest critic . . . it is what I learned as a child! I've had many successes in my life and very proud of those times, which makes the not so successful times of my life more pronounced.
Fast forward to present times. Life experience has taught me that I am who I am and that is all I need to be. Self-acceptance is what it is and not so easy for me. The opinions of others are just their opinions and I am caring less each day what anyone thinks about me.
Self-acceptance is especially difficult when I'm not accomplishing anything and simply living my life. My parents pounded "accomplishment" into my head like that is all that life was about. That thinking is so wrong. Accomplishment is important, but not all that should consume one's life.
I always ask myself the question "What is normal anyway" . . . and I still don't have the answer. Never will I apologize for who I am with all my flaws and whatever "normal" is, I am not.
There are times when I backslide and start to hate myself again, but I am recognizing those times and learning how to turn it around.
I am who I am . . . a complicated contradiction of myself.
There are times when I backslide and start to hate myself again, but I am recognizing those times and learning how to turn it around.
I am who I am . . . a complicated contradiction of myself.