"I completely love, accept, and forgive myself" became a mantra of mine back in 2008, when I was falling apart. Back then I didn't fully love, accept, or forgive myself. But words have power and I've made about a million miles in progress since 2008.
And in this progress I have noticed something. There are very, very few women in my life who take credit for themselves. Who readily accept compliments. Who seem to genuinely
love, accept, and forgive themselves. I've decided the majority of us are self-critical, take issue with certain aspects of our appearances, beat ourselves up over mistakes (big or small), and feel prideful if we claim our strengths.
I've noticed that since becoming a mother these tendencies in myself have magnified. More than once I've said, "I'm a terrible mother!" But then I remember words have power, so I correct myself and say things like, "I'm a good mom, I'm still learning." or "I'll do better next time."
I used to think that being self-critical was the same as desiring to do better, to become better, but I have come to realize it is not.
I've also come to rethink the word "perfect." My life is perfect. Not perfect as in, without flaw, but perfect as in: the set of trials and challenges before me are exactly perfect for my progression. Heavenly Father, the Master Teacher, has created the perfect set of lesson plans, the perfect curriculum, the perfect IEP (if you know what I mean) for me, for my life. And I am living that life the best way I know how, in this way I am perfect. In this way, we are all perfect.