I’ve worked toward self-acceptance. I just wish the rest of the world would catch up.
...but have since learnt to live with their 'imperfections'.
My achievements carry so much more weight
The problem is not that we appreciate beauty but that the definition of beauty is so narrow, too narrow to include afro textured hair, so while society is waking up to the damaging effects of its narrow definition of beauty, advocating for body acceptance, even skin colour acceptance, hair discrimination still goes largely unopposed.
No amount of fear or doubt is worth this limitation in your life and the right people will always be there when you are completely you, they will not only embrace you as you are but be encouraged to do the same too.
Some days I look in the mirror and hear, 'urgh, not today'. My hair isn't right, my face looks dull and carries the marks of yesterday's mask, the one I have worn to face the day. Other days I take a peek and say, 'yeah, bring it on!', and for sure the day goes better. I might look the same, but I'm more self-accepting, less critical.
I didn't just 'not love myself,' I didn't actually even like myself. I was angry at myself for so many different things in my past and it not only held me back in my own relationship with myself but got in the way of my relationships with those around me and made me less productive in my everyday life.
The more you insist on removing, taking away and forbidding, the more your body and mind will crave whatever you have confiscated. You will want it more (and more and more and more.) This will not create a harmonious relationship between your heart and body.
It is known that acceptance of long-term chronic illness is seen as a substantial problem in patients with chronic illnesses. Absence of acceptance can lead to clinical improvements being delayed considerably. It can also lead to poorer adherence to the current and ongoing medical treatment. They may be branded and judged by others as being in denial.
A long time ago, I heard a supposedly true story. I don't remember the exact details, like where it was or if it was on a bus or a train but I have never forgotten the point.