I am My Mother’s Daughter

My Mother’s Daughter is a strange bird. She believes in self love but sometimes forgets to apply that belief to herself.

Isn’t it strange that although we very often know exactly what we need to facilitate our own healing we shy away from it?

I could write a book on all the things that I could d daily, or even weekly, to truly start loving myself. I could meditate more often. I could pray with unceasingly with the fervor of the saints. I could eat only the best raw organic foods. I could be honest with myself about where I am in my life and where I want to be. Why am I not doing these things?

Great question. What about you? Are you doing the things a person who actually loves themselves would do?