Do you love yourself?
I read that only 1 in 20 people are truly self loving.
How do you define self love? If you have reached the point of complete self love then does that mean that you treat your body/mind like you would a child’s? Do you nurture it? Are you forgiving/patient with it? Are you perhaps more critical of yourself than you would be of a close friend?
I feel as if everyday I learn something new about my nature. New situations or experiences are always bringing up surprising reactions out of me that I didn’t even know were there. Some good, some bad. In this infinite universe there are an infinite number of possible situations I could come across. I feel as if I don’t know my own self well enough to be able to say that I can love every aspect or part of myself, unless I were to reach a point of truly unconditional self love.
I wonder if the simple “fuck yeah, I’m awesome” response that I’ve gotten from a few of my friends is an ego personality response. I wonder if people truly love themselves unconditionally.
What about you?
I accept myself. I guess that there is love there. I don’t think I am stable enough as a person to love myself entirely. One minute I do something, the next I do another, so fast that it’s hard to really love every little piece. I appreciate who I am as it changes but I don’t think one has the capacity to love their entire self, really, due to the limitations we have in perceiving in the first place.
I love life, I love that I have the chance to be, but specifically loving myself seems a hard thing to do. Like, what if I end up going crazy…can I love myself then?
Interesting questions ITT
I do think I love myself now, I have really hated my self and been very depressed and I am far from that now. I do sometimes think down upon myself but I think that’s healthy because it leads to positive change (as long as the thoughts aren’t irrational). The only things I need to work on are loving my body (which I know is healthy and looks fine- but stupidly I still often feel fat) and valuing my problems and knowing they should mean something to those around me who care.. perhaps replacing some people or telling them they are being dinks. So mostly putting my self a head a little more I guess. Which will come in time and that’s fine =].
I love every bit of myself. When I hate, I love my hatred, love my arrogance, love my expressions when I’m angry, love my natural reactions to everything, love the way I believe that everything I just mentioned is not negative, just insane, and I’m just gonna stand there and watch you buuuuuurn, but that’s alright, because I’m a psychopath. I love my sense of humor, it gets me out of every deep mental shit that’s been piled up.
I love fighting my weaknesses, my temporary addictions, the odds, the impossible, the unexpected, my own limited potential and I especially love the fact that I don’t have to force the love for myself, because it wouldn’t matter to absolutely anyone else. :) I also love experiencing living, even if I get bored and change my own love for boredom to completely embrace myself again with all my effortless and repetitive awesomeness.
Also, I’m not talking about myself at all, I’m just describing my love.