What if we don't need to be more or less of anything to be perfect and beautiful? What if we are already perfect and beautiful just the way we are? And if that's true, what if we spend our whole lives measuring ourselves against impossible and impractical standards trying to determine our self-worth? And criticize ourselves for everything imaginable? And feel some level of loathing and contempt for our beings and our bodies, and a strong internal sense of not deserving love or reward or appreciation until we somehow prove ourselves? What if we spend our whole lives trying to prove ourselves? And all of our time and our money and our energy trying to fix ourselves of all the things that ail us? What a lot of effort. We're all familiar with trying to fix ourselves.
But what if we're not broken? What if we're not really broken at all? What then?
I am willing to reconsider the way I feel about myself in light of the possibility that I am already whole.