I was a perpetual seeker. Because of an innate sense that there was something wrong with me and a belief I picked up as a child that I was âoebad,â I constantly looked outside of myself to find respite, feel loved, and to know my worth.
Even though my unhealthy relationship was dysfunctional, that man gave me a gift that I wouldnât discover for years. There was something he always said to me that would have saved me from grasping to know myself for so many years, if only I could have really heard it and made it my own.
Whether he meant it or not, he would say: Whatâs not to love about you?