you have to love yourself — you are stuck with you.
let your psyche not fall prey to autoimmunity, let not the cancer of self-loathing spread.
i do believe that self-love is that which precedes wholeness. i view self-loathing as division within one’s own psyche, an aspect of the self pitted against an aspect of the self, two halves of the same being in a dreadful tug-of-war, the greater whole as the collateral. neither will win, trust me when i tell you this game is a lose-lose process. this is the war which is paradoxically only won through surrender. you conquer by waving your white flag and giving up the fight.
but self-love is that which reconciles all facets of the psyche into one. one who has found their center is one who has found that wholeness and oneness within themself. inner peace is that center, one’s hands clasped at heart center, at peace with oneself. self-love is inner peace.
it is to meet and forgive all portions of yourself. all of it, even and perhaps especially the ugly. forgiveness, washing away of the grime of guilt.
you are stuck with you for the rest of your life. might as well get along with yourself, yeah?
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 