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.