After a few years of realising that I hated myself, I started to love myself. It came to me one day in 2006 that I do actually like myself. I will never forget the moment, I was sitting in a sterile classroom.
To love myself means that it is not about what I do or don’t do for others, it is not about being a good or bad person, it is not about other’s expectations – it is just about being me. Simply I do not have to exist for others.
I am a flawed person who will take responsibility for what I have done. I am far from perfect but I love myself regardless and the latter is key. A lot of it is about forgiving oneself and others for whatever wrong has occurred, and a good healthy dose of a fuck you for people who dislike you for no good reason.
