If we treated ourselves as if we were someone we really truly loved, the need to be perfect would fly right out the godforsaken window.

I mean, think about it:  do we require perfection out of the people who we really love?  The people who simply light us up — if they make a mistake or are less than perfect, do we stop loving them, or love them a little less?  I’ll strongly wager we don’t.  So why don’t we do this for ourselves?  Our imperfect, awesome, worthy selves?

—Karen Walrond