“Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.”
This is often a terribly difficult thing to keep in mind. I’ve found the more often than not, other love me more than I love myself. Others are more kind to me, than I am to me. There is something fundamentally wrong with this.