No one ever taught me how to love me. Maybe this is why for the longest time, I didn’t. Growing up, my mother and father didn’t speak of these things. There were few “I love you’s” even though they did love me. They rarely said it to one another, if at all.
It may be cultural. My parents are from the Dominican Republic and I have spoken to other Dominican friends who’ve experienced the same throughout their childhood. Few words of affirmation but actions, yes, actions that proved love was plentiful.
Mami always took care of us. We were well fed and soothed. She is a nurturer. And that’s how she showed us love.
But, when you’ve never had an open dialogue about love – how to love and express love – it makes it that much more difficult to love yourself and others.
Maybe that’s why loving myself hasn’t always been easy. Read the rest on BABBLE.
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