How do I begin to love myself?

If you can think of your world as a beautiful lace cloth and every part of it must support another part. You are all connected, one to another. One part of the cloth does not judge the other side of it. You must all be one moving on to each other, to be, to weave the fabric of your world. And the fabric of your world must each have individuals within it.
Oh my dear, what kind of world would it be if you were all identical? You all would be so bored. You are as different as spices that are different in a wonderful soup.
You have time yet to come to heal all parts of you, take one at a time. Bless you, my dear.





