I used to be one of those people who'd roll my eyes anytime someone suggested I just " love myself." The advice seemed sappy, annoying and slightly condescending. And also, I did love myself...or so I thought.
Looking back I now see why it frequently struck such a chord in me. How could I love myself if I didn't truly know myself?
Uncovering my authentic essence is taking some time. I've been in deep excavation mode for several years. Although I've uncovered some pretty amazing things, I still have some digging to do.
I am now beginning to see how all this comes together. Piece by Piece the dirty fragments begin to form something beautiful and priceless. This is the messy and sacred process of loving myself.