When Loving You Is Wrong
I’ve been sitting here asking myself something real simple…
Is it wrong to love yourself?
And the fact that I even have to ask that?
That already tells me something is off.
When did loving yourself become selfish?
When did choosing yourself become a problem?
When did taking care of YOU start feeling like you’re doing something wrong?
Because somewhere along the way…
that’s exactly what happened.
We were taught—directly or indirectly—that putting yourself first is a bad thing.
That you’re supposed to give.
And give.
And give.
Even when you’re empty.
And I’m looking at that now like…
yeah… no.
Let’s Talk About Self-Hate for a Second
There are people walking around every day…
carrying things that didn’t start with them.
Trauma.
Abuse.
Neglect.
Being talked down to.
Being overlooked.
Being made to feel like they weren’t enough.
And when you grow up in that?
You don’t always learn how to love yourself.
So I get it.
I really do.
But here’s the part I’m starting to understand now:
At some point…
you have to take your power back.
Who Are You Still Blaming?
Yes, people can hurt you.
Yes, life can throw things at you that you didn’t ask for.
But once those people are no longer in your life…
why are they still controlling how you see yourself?
Why are you still carrying their words?
Their actions?
Their version of you?
That part right there?
That’s what I had to sit with.
Because holding on to that…
is a choice.
And I had to be honest with myself about that.
Let’s Talk About Being “Selfish”
Now listen…
there are people out here who truly don’t care about nobody but themselves.
That’s not what I’m talking about.
What I’m talking about is this:
Choosing yourself without guilt.
Setting boundaries and not apologizing for it.
Saying “no” and meaning it.
Not bending over backwards just to be accepted.
That’s not selfish.
That’s necessary.
What I’m Learning
I can love people…
and still love me.
I can show up for others…
and still show up for myself.
I can give…
without draining myself.
Because at the end of the day…
If I’m empty?
I have nothing real to offer anybody.
Final Thought
I’m not asking permission to love myself anymore.
I’m not shrinking myself to make other people comfortable.
And I’m definitely not carrying things that don’t belong to me anymore.
I love you…
and I love me too.
And there is nothing wrong with that.