Since my last post, meandering through the question of whether being loyal to my own needs is enough to count as loving myself, I’ve had the chance to find a more complete answer.
I had something in my life fall away that I grieved to lose.
And, in journaling through my sadness and whether it had all been worth the emotional cost, the question came up: “What if this was the price you paid to become yourself?”
My instinctive and unequivocal answer was, “Then it was worth it. NO price is too high to pay for myself.”
No price is too high to pay for myself.
Wow. Talk about clarity!
I realized in that declaration that I have a fierce devotion to my own Becoming. I will be everything that I am; I will be my full self, and I will become that fully expressed woman because I choose to. Because I choose myself, over and over and over again. I choose myself even when it costs me things I dearly wanted or highly valued. I choose myself even when it causes me to follow a narrative most people in my life don’t understand. I honor the sacrifices and scars of all the past versions of myself by continuing this path to expose and express my true self in as pure and unadulterated a way as possible.
I choose myself enough to set down defenses which my mind swears mean death to dismantle; I choose myself by facing the terror of being open and undefended, and seeing what will happen.
I even choose myself enough to change. To let the experiences I have shift my perspectives and inspire me to realign my way of being. I can grow toward yet another iteration of myself. That does not make this iteration less real or less me. It just means I changed.
And this “I choose myself” works for me as a principle, too. Part of my “me-ness” includes ethics for how I wish to show up in the world and with others. This principle of choosing myself is not selfish in the sense of disregarding others’ needs, but only in disregarding others’ expectations of me. If someone wants me to be less, or different, or more, then I need to choose myself and not them. I do not owe them any power over me, and, in fact, I do a disservice to them by allowing them to disregard my needs and well-being for their own comfort or convenience.
Perhaps this does not sound very much like love, but to me love is choosing. Love is a principle and an action as much as it is a feeling. Love centers well-being and growth over liking and comfort. Like a responsible parent, an act of love gives what is needed – regardless of what is wanted.
I choose myself? Therefore I love myself. How strange I never knew that before.