There are parts of myself that I don't particularly like. This is a familiar statement to anyone who has looked in a mirror. There are parts of my face, my physique, even my movements that I would like to change or improve. This idea is not, however, merely limited to my physical person, but to certain aspects of my personality and sometimes even the way that I think.
These, for lack of a better term, faults sometimes repulse me, even though they are a part of me. Some of them last only for a short period of time, like pimples on my personality. Others, I have not been able to rid despite decades of trying, like the belly fat of my behavior.
We are often told that we need to learn to better accept our imperfections, that our individual traits are what make us unique and special among the vast numbers of humans on Earth. We are told that to hate a piece of ourselves is to hate ourselves. Yet we are also told to work towards improving ourselves.
It is such a delicate balance. I need to recognize the importance of accepting myself, warts and all, while still striving to rid myself of said warts. Can I better myself without loathing the parts I am trying to fix? I certainly want to try.
These, for lack of a better term, faults sometimes repulse me, even though they are a part of me. Some of them last only for a short period of time, like pimples on my personality. Others, I have not been able to rid despite decades of trying, like the belly fat of my behavior.
We are often told that we need to learn to better accept our imperfections, that our individual traits are what make us unique and special among the vast numbers of humans on Earth. We are told that to hate a piece of ourselves is to hate ourselves. Yet we are also told to work towards improving ourselves.
It is such a delicate balance. I need to recognize the importance of accepting myself, warts and all, while still striving to rid myself of said warts. Can I better myself without loathing the parts I am trying to fix? I certainly want to try.
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