Er :blush: don't know what to say. Was that four 256ths of a compliment? I don't know. No idea what I am. Don't care anymore, actually. Self absorption isn't all that attractive... So (ahem) how are you today? How is everyone? :grouphug:

You can give yourself permission to admit you do well at things. Or even to go way out on a limb and understand that it's okay to like yourself.

Why is it you're not? (you don't have to answer this out loud. just answer it for yourself. you're the only one that counts.)

From my email tagline:

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?...Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine,... It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

Who said that? That's cool.

I've seen that somewhere before, I like it. So what do we do about it: how does one 'let their own light shine'?

Who blasted you in your formative years to make you feel like a waste?
Or who saw you and encouraged your sense of worth?

http://www.storybin.com/wisdom/wisdom118.shtml

# Source: Attributed to Marianne Williamson in her book, A Return to Love.
# Author: Marianne Williamson

Warm and fuzzy isn't my thing but that quote goes a long way to positively reinforce my signature from here.

And that one person is your, yourself. Believe me on this one. And no, it's not the soft option.

My father's girlfriend. School friends. Boys.

My mother (dramatically). Teachers. Anyone who read my writing, saw me act, heard me play music, or had a conversation with me.

It probably balances out between those who thought I was amazing, and those who thought I was nothing more than a pair of breasts or a stuck up little brat.

I know. You're right, absolutely.

School friends

Crappy friends. That said, I know there is nothing more given to pure evil than prepubescent girls jockeying for status. Cannibals. But it usually goes away.

We can not all be the same if some of us are remarkable.