It is other people who bring on this self despair. No baby is born disliking things about themselves.

For me the self despair disappeared somewhere in my forties. Basically I grew up and things that mattered prior now seemed ridiculous. I also began noticing others people’s imperfections which in turn cast a better light over my good self.

Learning to love yourself is tricky and I think most people go through periods were they struggle with it.

Thanks for the poem.

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