I've made a surprising discovery. For the last few months, I've been trying to work on accepting what I hate about myself. So much to choose from, but the big ones have always been shame, self-loathing, and envy.
So anyway, as I was about to start my work, I couldn't find anything to hate about myself. Not anymore. It occurred to me that my ugly parts first came into being to protect me from being hurt by others a very long time ago. At some point, I would have learned more effective strategies to protect myself, but my body can't comprehend that. So it keeps trying to remind me that the more I value myself, the more vulnerable I become because I have farther to fall when someone kicks the chair out from under me.
When I look at it from this angle, I can only feel compassion for those sad, insecure parts of me. I can accept them, maybe even love them.
I must sound bat-shit crazy, but I think I'm going to run with this...