Self

Loving our imperfections

When I’m dissatisfied with someone, I can usually trace the feeling to a dissatisfaction with myself. So, if I could truly love myself, would I more easily love those around me? I’m critical. Don’t know if I get it from my dad or if I’m hard-wired for it. My dad always wants to make things better — a good trait. But here’s what would happen when I showed him a school project or essay: he’d look at, tell me it was wonderful, and then talk about ways to improve it. And, at the same time, he’s always been my biggest cheerleader. My mom, on the other hand, is a supermodel for loving unconditionally. She always acts as if my sisters and I are three of the seven wonders of the world — exactly as we are — in whatever we are doing. Even t...