When was the last time you told your child they were beautiful, funny, supported, loved?
Even if times are tricky and your connection feels a little one sided, I’ll wager that there are or have been moments when you look at them and you feel that rush of love.
And when was the last time you told yourself you are beautiful, funny, supported, loved?
I’ll wager it’s been a while.
Self love may be something that you, like many of us, weren’t shown how to cultivate growing up. While our parents loved us in their own way, expectations, judgements, and a lack of connection to who we are can have left us feeling that we’re not worthy of love and that loving ourselves is indulgent.
Because love is meant for other people isn’t it?
Well, if you look at the sea of red hearts in the shops at the moment, you’d think so. Valentines Day, the Christian feast day honouring an early martyr named Saint Valentine, has been co-opted into a worth exchange, IMHO, and commercialised to become the pinnacle of what love is. But under the mountain of rose petals and heart shaped everything, what does love actually mean, and why is loving ourselves so important to us and to our children?
In years past, I didn’t put much outward importance on Valentine’s Day, despite deep down wanting to be that lucky person who was surprised with a massive bouquet and an over the top show of unconditional love. I wanted the world to see that I was worthy of being loved (which, indeed, I was and am) because I didn’t feel it myself.
Over the years, through the dark days of caring for my husband through chronic depression while nursing a newborn and bringing up a 7 year old, and then my daughter’s mental illness, I came to the realisation that love is at its truest, most pure and potent self when it is silent and invisible to others.
Love is a purposeful act in an every day moment.
But in all that loving for others, I lost sight of loving myself. And that’s easily done when we are caring, giving people. I was waiting for someone to give me permission to love myself.
Prioritising me didn’t feel like a worthwhile pursuit and loving myself when all I saw was what I wasn’t felt like a waste of energy, like pushing water uphill instead of the flood of love I so easily and readily gave out to my family and the world. But every day that I didn’t love myself was a day when my capacity to feel, empathise, and love was compromised. And when it impacted on my mental health and I burned out, something had to change.
When you come to self love, it tends not to be about accepting all of you at first, it is about accepting some of you. It’s about recognising your right as a human to have needs - emotional, physical, spiritual - and to meet them. It’s about seeing all of the good within you, the unique skills and talents and perspectives and love within you, while understanding that we’re all perfectly imperfect and that’s ok. It’s about recognising your right to positive wellbeing, connection and happiness, your right to say yes and no, your right to be exactly who you are in full technicolour and glitter.
But I fear that self love, like Valentine’s Day, has been co-opted.
It’s become another stick to beat ourselves with. If we don’t love ourselves, then we’re less than and not good enough. Failing at self love? Unworthy of self love because we can’t love ourselves?! Really? No wonder so many of us feel not good enough.
And there are already so many blockers to loving ourselves: our past, our parents, our world view, our current capacity, other people’s opinions, comparisonitis, shame, fear, judgement.
Self love can be so intertwined with how we see our bodies too, but it really isn’t about size. It’s about acceptance of all you are, who you are at your heart: every moment of your life from that small child who played with wild abandon to the grown up you today who is getting up every day and battling on.
If you have been through traumatic events in your childhood, you may dissociate from the present moment. Being in our body - the act of being present in ourselves - can be deeply unsettling and feel really emotionally unsafe. So we escape into food, alcohol, exercise, shopping….anything to release us from the act of being here, present, in this body. And that perpetuates the wrongness that stops us from accepting ourselves. We can use perfectionism, overworking, and too high expectations as a way to keep ourselves in a place of shame, where we are bad and not good enough. The inner critic tells us that we’ve failed, we’re rubbish, we’re useless. Why would we deserve to love ourselves then?
Well, dear reader, you absolutely deserve to love yourself as you are, whatever you've done, not done, believed, discounted, overlooked, felt, eaten, bought, said, thought, or hoped for.
But we all need some help to get us there, and we won’t find it in the Valentines aisle at the supermarket!
So, let’s take a look at some thoughts on how we can begin to love ourselves…
And if this all feels too hard, and starting to do this for yourself feels indulgent, please consider doing it for your child. I mentioned that your ability to love yourself is so important to your child as it impacts on them. Your child is watching what you do and how you care for yourself so they can see how to do that for themselves. You are laying down a blueprint for how they will value themselves, how they will care for themselves, and how they will accept themselves. So when you deny yourself the right to healthy food or to go for a walk or berate yourself for natural choices that you perceive as failings, they are watching, they are listening, they are learning. And equally, when you are compassionate to yourself, when you are kind and patient and curious and loving, they see that too.
If you can’t countenance starting to love and accept yourself for you just yet, maybe start small today- speak kindly to yourself, do something for you, congratulate yourself for something - and do it for them. Because by showing them you are worthy, you’ll be affirming to them that they are too.
As the Indian poet Kabir put it so beautifully: “The river that flows in you also flows in me.”
Let’s start to accept all we are, not all we perceive we’re not.
Own the swing of your hips, the boom of your laugh, the depth of your love.
Embrace the whole magnificent lot of you.
Love yourself just a little more today. Self love is the greatest love affair you’ll ever experience. You deserve it.