07/23/2026
My grandmother used to repeat the same words near the end of her life:
“You have to love yourself.”
At the time, I did not understand why she kept saying it. I thought loving yourself was egotistical, selfish, or conceited. So, in a misguided attempt to remain humble, I rejected self-love and embraced self-hatred instead.
I erased myself and called it loving others.
I made myself a martyr. I allowed myself to be treated like a doormat. I gave out of obligation rather than freedom, and eventually that did not produce love. It produced resentment—toward other people and toward myself.
I began asking myself why I continued giving everything to people who rarely gave anything back. Why did I allow others to exploit my willingness to serve? Why did I believe that protecting my own dignity was somehow selfish?
Then one day, I heard a song ask how it was possible to love someone else when you could not even love yourself. Not long afterward, another song referenced the command to “love your neighbor as yourself,” while admitting the struggle of not even liking oneself.
That was when something finally clicked.
All I had ever wanted was to feel loved, accepted, and worthy. I kept waiting for someone else to convince me that I deserved love before I could fully receive it or give it freely.
But how can you genuinely participate in love while believing you are unworthy of it? If you constantly dismiss the love offered to you, then you cannot fully trust it, receive it, or live from it.
I am learning that loving yourself is not arrogance. It is not believing you are better than anyone else. It is simply recognizing that you are also a person worthy of compassion, dignity, patience, protection, and grace.
I am still learning how to do that.
The picture made me laugh because I happened to notice it in a client’s bathroom the other day. It felt like Nana was sending me another reminder from heaven:
You have to love yourself.