I thought I was treating myself well. I got a massage regularly. I got facials and pricey haircuts. I showered with Yves St. Laurent fragrance. I bought only food I loved. I was kind to myself in the realm of “bubble baths and brownies,” as my sister so eloquently put it.
In what matters most, though, I was unaware how stingy I was.
To be kind to me, I talk to myself as I do a friend in pain or a child in need of understanding – with love, patience, and kindness. My critical voice is so quick to respond. Eventually, she will stop responding.
The kindest way I can treat myself is to live the life I love, doing work I love, spending time with those I love and reflect that back to me. The meanest treatment I can give myself is to limit myself.