Loving All Of Yourself


I’ve been pretty open about my past. I was not a good person. I was a liar and a manipulator. I was depressed all of the time. I was mean and hateful to myself and others and all of these behaviors were hiding a lot of pain and a lot of depression and an overwhelming feeling of helplessness to change my situation.

I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of.

I have abused my body. I have verbally and mentally abused the people around me. I’ve had anger issues out the wazoo. I have wasted years of my life by living a life that was not nourishing to me.

I talk a lot of talk about loving yourself and about loving exactly who you are. It’s important. It was the thing that was missing for me during that dark period of my life. Loving all of you actually means loving all of you, past, present, and future. That’s something that I struggled with and I didn’t even realize it until now.

How do you love someone like that?

I usually tell PastDominee’s story and then promptly stuff her back in the closet once she has taught the lesson of the cost of living life without self love. It never occurred to me to love her. Or that there was anything about her that was worth loving. She was an obstacle to get over in the quest of truly loving myself. Not part of the journey. It became normal to dislike her, to despise her, and see her as nothing but a cautionary tale of how not to be.

I was explaining to a new friend the idea behind Blessing Manifesting and my journey to get where I am. They said something very poignant to me. “I wouldn’t have liked you. I’m glad you’re not that person anymore.” That comment rubbed me the wrong way. Part of me immediately wanted to protest.

I am that person. She’s still part of me.

If that thought was true, that she was still part of me, and I disliked her, was I truly loving my whole self? That thought stuck with me for a few days, rattling around in my head. I started to pull PastDominee out of the closet and examine her closely. How did I really feel about her? Somewhere along the way I’d stopped being compassionate and started being judgmental and critical.

I realized that I do love her.

Which is the only thing she ever really wanted. I don’t agree with her actions. I am sad that it took her so long to find the will to change, I’m even a little resentful of the things that she lost along the way. Still, at the end of the day, she wasn’t too much different from who I am now. The core is the same.

I love her because no matter how long it took her to change, change she did.

I love her because even though she hated everything about herself she eventually found a way to love it.

I love her because no matter how hopeless she was, she never gave up on herself or life.

I love her because her experience turned into a story of beautiful transformation.

If you have a past you aren’t proud of, don’t write off the past you as worthless. She brought you to where you are today. She made sure that you survived.

That’s beautiful.

What are your feelings toward PastYou? Do you ever resent your former self for things you did?

  • Alison Joy

    So true, Dominee. Must be the week for it. I was lamenting all of the mistakes I made in my late teens and early twenties just the other day, feeling regretful and very critical. After day or so I got quiet and decided to try compassion instead and I realised that at that time of my life I probably couldn't have done anything different. Others did try to help me/talk to me etc but I was so wounded inside that the only thing I felt I could do was attempt to fill the void of Self love/Source and hurt a lot of people in the process. I try not to pick on PastMe now, I say I'm sorry you were hurting so badly…let's gain the wisdom from where we've been and we'll do this different now. Mmm, that's better. Lots of love xx

  • Dominee

    Sounds like we have had a similar path. Thank you for your wise words my love!

  • Alana Thea

    I feel affinity for PastDominee, too. I think this is because she and PastAlana would have gotten along, or fought, famously. 🙂 PastAlana wanted love and she didn't give up. She thought doing the things she did to others and herself that were hurtful were ways of getting love. She was wrong. Everybody makes mistakes. She fought hard, she was excellent at the flailing and trying and resisting that she did, and, God bless her, she got enough attention to create NowAlana. She's freakin' feisty and, honestly, I envy her that. I want to me more like her, now, and bring the best of her forward.