Sometimes we're just too hard on ourselves. We put ourselves down, beat ourselves up, and give ourselves a good kick when we're already down.
Be honest, how many times have you looked in the mirror and criticized your body, called yourself fat, wished your nose was smaller, your hair was fuller, your thighs firmer?
How often at the end of the day have you felt guilty and called yourself a bad mom/wife because you ordered take out instead of making something fresh and healthy for your family or because you put on the TV for your kid so you could steal a moment for yourself?
Have you ever put on your pity party pants and cried in the corner into your merlot because you felt like you were Falling Apart?
Forgive yourself. We forgive everyone else. We forgive our kids for being cranky, our husbands for not pulling their weight, our friends for not inviting us to breakfast and the beach, our boss for not recognizing our abilities and hard work, and our coworker for not giving us our due credit. We forgive.
I always offer my forgiveness to others, whether they ask for it or not, because it makes me feel free. I'm going to start offering myself that same dignity. So many of you commented on my Falling Apart post and sympathized with me and encouraged me and it meant a lot. It truly did. Sometimes, most of the time, I'm my own worst critic. I never seem to live up to the image I have in my head and I need to forgive myself for that.
I need to forgive myself for not being perfect. For not having a house that is spic and span. For having cheerios in every nook and corner of my house. For falling back on TV when I'm at my breaking point. For reaching my breaking point. For not buying all organic when it's too expensive. For falling asleep in front of the TV.
Melissa, I forgive you.