In order to love someone else, you must first learn to love yourself.
I’m sure in someway, shape, or form we’ve all heard this statement time and time again. I mean, growing up, that’s all I ever heard. Childishly, I always figured it didn’t really mean anything because I knew I loved my mom; my dad; my family, but I wasn’t always so sure what it meant to love myself. As I entered into my teen years, life’s experiences got in the way and the negativity of my peers took center stage.
Kids were cruel, and at a young age (being oh so impressionable) I began to second guess who I was and the simple importance of me.
