This is a hard post for me to write. Not least because the people involved may read this, and that triggers all sorts of fears for me of what they will think and how they might react. And, one of the things I’m committed to is sharing more of me, being more vulnerable, opening up my heart, and this is also in service of that. So, here goes. I had two bits of news...
How many of us really love ourselves – wholly and without conditions? Many of us would answer that with a “sometimes” or “yes, except for that bulge in my belly, or my fat thighs, or…”. Or perhaps you answer with a yes, but deep inside you see yourself as a failure every day, or not as happy/slim/successful/fit/wealthy* (delete as appropriate) as you should be, or compared to your friends or colleagues. If so, there...