The first time I thought about self-love was about six years ago after a particularly painful break up.
I was broken, crying to a friend about my sad state of affairs, and she advised that the solution to my heartbreak would be learning how to love myself, so that in moments like this, I could trust that it would be okay. That I deserved happiness. That I could survive on my own love alone.
I knew what she meant but at the same time I didn’t. I could understand self-love as a concept, but what did it look like? I knew that it wasn’t narcissism, I knew that it wasn’t looking to other people to help me figure out my definition of myself, which I spent my 20s doing. So while I knew what it wasn’t, I still didn’t know what it was.
Last week, like a light bulb going off in my brain, I realized self-love is everything I’ve done over the past 7 years to heal and feel more happiness and peace. It started when I got into meditation and personal development, and I am still working towards it every day. Though I don’t feel like I’m there yet, I know I’m on my way.
I’ve learned that self-love looks like trusting our own choices.
Self-love looks like eating healthy food, and not getting bent out of shape when we ‘cheat’ and eat sugar occasionally.
Self-love looks like unfollowing people on Instagram who make us feel worse, who only brag or don’t add value to our lives somehow.
Self-love looks like someone who looks in the mirror and doesn’t only see the extra fat, wrinkles, and not-white-enough teeth.
Self-love looks like my own approval.
Through the years I’ve struggled with playing comparison games, being needy, feeling upset over loneliness, feeling antsy all the time and like I have to constantly be doing something productive, being afraid to meet new people, taking rude comments online personally, and feeling incomplete without a significant other. It was only very recently that I realized that these things all stem from the same fear – that my greatest fear is losing love.
Would I fear it less if I really loved myself, though?
Whose voice is the harshest anyway?
It’s my own.
The loss of love I’m really scared of, and also fully in control of, is the love that I give to myself. It’s taken me 33 years to realize that the times when everything seems to come easily to me, when I feel love in the world, when I trust that people are good, and it turns out to be true, that these are the times when I have my own self-approval. These are my pink cloud moments.
Yet there are times when I’m not very nice to me. That voice in my head goes crazy. She wonders why that person hasn’t replied to that message and OMG is it something I said? She only sees the ways in which she doesn’t measure up, doesn’t look beautiful, and isn’t desirable. If my mind were a person, with her constant repetitive worries and impatience, I’d throw her out the damn window. Wouldn’t you?
It’s the exact same mind that feels confident some days, so I know that it’s possible to always feel that way. But for a girl who grew up in a world of Barbie, Ariel’s perfect curves, airbrushed fashion magazines (all of which I loved), and the glass ceiling, a strong sense of self-worth for whom I am naturally doesn’t come easily. I wish it were different, but the waif look was in when I was a preteen.
This is what is finally crystal clear to me on my 33rd birthday – that all of the meditation retreats, the attempts at a solid routine for health and happiness, the decision to get sober, and all the growth work over the years, has been in an effort to be nicer to myself.
People who are nice to themselves are nicer to the world. How can you show up in the world with ease and joy if the voice in your head, which you can never get away from, is constantly cruel and angry?
And little by little, it is working. I get to be braver, calmer, more at peace in stressful situations, less likely to take things personally, and better off in general.
But for me, and I think for a lot of us, it doesn’t always come easily, and there are things I need to do every day to make it more possible. Those things are self-care (exercise, eating healthy, using natural products on my skin, doing things I enjoy) and most importantly, making time for myself each and every day, even if it’s only for ten minutes.
It’s also about talking openly about things like this, and finding common ground with people who feel the same way, which I honestly think is everyone. We all suffer from the Human Condition, the constant focus on the future or the past, don’t we?
So on my birthday this year, I want to invite you to join me on a self-care routine that’s easy to do, and has amplified benefits when there’s group energy. It’s a 5-day meditation ritual with 10 or 15 minute guided meditations in the morning and evening that I picked out. There are no gimmicks or upsells, it’s just me wanting to connect with you guys more with a healthy practice.
We’ll just do 5 days, because anyone can do 10 minutes for just 5 days, because I need to get back into this healthy routine and maybe you do, too? Each day I’ll send out an email with the free meditation and we’ll do it together, starting on May 6, which is a Monday. You can join here.
I’m thankful for another year of life. Thankful that you’re here, and grateful to have been able to do this job for the past 7 years. The greatest gift today is being alive – truly alive.
Mandy says
Hey Kristin, this is something I am really working on to! I loved this article!! Cheers Mandy-Australia
Kristin says
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