You’re perfect the way you are. Don’t let anyone tell you different.
I’m telling you this after years of hardcore self-loathing. I never measured up to my own ideals of what I felt I could’ve been.
Not thin enough, not good-looking enough, not funny enough, not nice enough, not holy enough, not patient enough, not interesting enough, not successful enough, not accomplished enough…
And on and on it goes.
We compare ourselves to airbrushed pictures of rich celebrities who wished they looked as good as their own photos.
But, as I’ve said before, choose the person who loves you the absolute most, and then try to see yourself through their eyes.
Guess what? My four-year-old grandson doesn’t see me as unsuccessful. My wife doesn’t wish I had six-pack abs. My daughter doesn’t bemoan my baldness. My son doesn’t loathe that wrinkle between my eyes.
You know, the one I’ve earned through years of scowling. The one I call my “Valley of Determination.”
When I start ragging on myself it just brings me down, and then begs a dark cloud settle over my conversation, my spirit, maybe my whole day.
For once, I beg you, don’t sweat your looks or your body shape.
Smile, and enjoy the day. Life is a beautiful thing, and your friends and family need the happy you…
Not the you who writhes in an ocean of self-hate.
I say, “Death to self-loathing!”
It’s time to love yourself in the same contented, unselfish manner of those closest to you.
Broken People 