Loving yourself starts with clarity, and clarity requires honesty.
It’s kind of like driving with a dirty windshield.
You can still move forward, but everything looks slightly distorted.
You second-guess.
You strain.
You miss what’s actually right in front of you.
Many driven women say they love themselves, but their self-talk tells a
different story.
Pressure instead of permission.
Criticism instead of compassion.
Achievement instead of acceptance.
Clarity asks this simple but confronting question.
If the way you speak to yourself were visible, would it look like love?
Self-love begins the moment you stop pretending you are fine with
things you quietly resent or tolerate within yourself.
�� Where do you notice a gap between how you expect yourself to
perform and how you actually support yourself?