Everything I dislike in the world (to a degree) stems from my intense and acute dislike of myself.
Self-love is a full time job.
It takes discipline. It takes having the energy to stop yourself halfway through a nasty thought and think of something you like about yourself. It takes making a list of things you like about yourself and things you admire yourself for. It takes compassion and understanding extended inward, and it requires you to realize that despite your faults, you’ve been doing the best you can with what you’ve got. Giving yourself a break every once in a while. That you don’t have to be perfect. That you’re whole. Unbroken. In one piece.
And you have to do that. Every. Day.
It also takes remembering that even if you fuck up today or you fucked up yesterday or last week or years ago, tomorrow you don’t have to. You can wake up and make whatever choices you want. You aren’t mired in the past and you aren’t dictated by it and you are in control.