walkthesame:

Should we Love Ourselves?

Written byJoanna H.of YMI in Collaboration with WTS.

“You really beat yourself up too much. I bet you’re the only one who felt you did a lousy job,” I said to my friend. She had just told me about her stressful experience acting with a stellar cast of veteran actors in her most recent show—which included an embarrassing case of stage fright on opening night.

She was also visibly skinnier—the stress and feelings of inadequacy had led to a dramatic weight loss.

To me, Jean* was an exceptional actress—versatile, convincing, and downright hardworking. In fact, I was blown away by her performance as the lead in her most recent play. But my raving review did little to quell the disappointment she felt. Jean had a chronic case of perfectionism that, to me at least, was neither realistic nor fathomable.

She nodded in agreement. “Well, I think I know what my problem is,” she said. “I don’t love myself enough.”

I heard alarm bells going off inside my head.

Loving Ourselves: The Greatest Love of All?

I’ve been somewhat wary of that phrase for the longest time. It started when my dad made a comment that Whitney Houston’s inspirational hit “Greatest Love of All”—which identifies loving yourself as the greatest love—was neither right nor biblical.

“The Bible never taught us that loving yourself is the greatest love of all,” said Dad. In fact, the Bible nevertalks about loving ourselves (except when it’s used as a reference to how much we ought to love others).

I’ve also observed that “loving yourself” is the mantra used by some who want to live a life which deviates from the norm and which sometimes defies reason and responsibility. You need to love yourself and be comfortable in your own skin. Be proud of who you are. Stop struggling and trying to change yourself. Embrace yourself wholly and unreservedly. It’s an attractive and celebrated way of thinking, especially when it comes to justifying actions and inclinations that we can’t seem to control.

Another reason why I don’t buy into the idea of having to remember to love ourselves is that by and large, it is innate and part of what it means to be human. Most of us already love ourselves; we don’t have to be taught how. Just think of the last time we acted selfishly or used our time, money or resources to satisfy a personal want.

Superiority vs inferiority complex: Two sides of a coin?

But what about people who struggle with inferiority complex, who say that they hate themselves and wish that they were never born? Whitney’s song would seem like the perfect remedy for such individuals.

In his book, The Freedom Of Self-Forgetfulness, Pastor Tim Keller offers an interesting perspective on superiority and inferiority complexes, arguing that the two are essentially two sides of the same coin.

“A superiority complex and an inferiority complex are basically the same. They are both results of being overinflated. The person with the superiority complex is overinflated and in danger of being deflated; the person with an inferiority complex is deflated already. Someone with an inferiority complex will tell you they hate themselves and they will tell themselves they hate themselves. They are deflated. To be deflated means you were previously inflated. Deflated or in imminent danger of being deflated–it’s all the same thing. And it makes the ego fragile.”

Keller’s explanation of how both forms of complexes are interchangeable may be controversial, but it makes sense to me. In fact, it has been an ongoing reality in my own life. Depending on the crowd I’m with, my self-esteem changes accordingly. It grows when I think I’m better than the crowd I’m with, but when I’m with people who have more than me (materially, intellectually, spiritually etc.), I feel small and envious. My self-worth (and self-love) is pegged to how people around me perceive me or how they make me feel about myself. Either way, I’m always focusing on myself.

Keller goes on to contend that our egos hurt so often precisely because they’re constantly trying to draw attention to themselves. Think about the last time we felt hurt or irritated. Was it due to a remark someone made about our intelligence or a realization that we just can’t match up to our own standards, no matter how hard we try?

So, if focusing too much on ourselves is the root problem of our self-esteem issues, loving ourselves more cannot be the remedy, because we’d just be perpetuating the problems associated with focusing too much on our own selves. Rather, we need to learn to care less about what people think about us—or even what we think about ourselves. We need to look beyond ourselves to find true value, worth, and contentment in who we are.

True self-worth: What is it?

So what’s the greatest form of love? If self-centered love is not the remedy to our feelings of inadequacy and low self-esteem, could it be the opposite?

Perhaps that is why the Bible says that the greatest form of love is a selfless, sacrificial one. It is a love that is willing to look beyond ourselves and to the needs of others. John 15:13 says, “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” And this love was perfectly exemplified in none other than Jesus himself, who gave His life to save ours.

Since God showed us the greatest form of love by dying for us, that tells us something about our worth. We are valuable to God—regardless of the state of our self-esteem, or how others or even we feel about ourselves.

So let’s stop thinking that loving ourselves is the remedy to our issue of self-worth—and start looking to the one who determines our true worth.

*not her real name

Together, they were just better than other people. They had their lives, and everyone else had theirs. They, then, were unique, and what’s set aside is elevated by its rarity, regardless of its content. So, together, they were better than the others. 

The content was there too. When they’d first met she’d managed to swing the conversation around to the feminist agenda, and he’d just listened to her rant, that faint smile on his face, a future landmark that she’d navigate by. As she petered out, her arguments exhausted and her fervour tempered, she’d taken out a cigarette, and paused for a moment, eyes narrowing at him. His smile grew a fraction of an inch. 

She’d lit her own damn cigarette. Looking back, that might have been the moment she fell in love with him. But retrospect was never all that accurate. It fogged and blurred, until all the best bits slipped into the same instances. 

They’d stand on rooftops and laugh about spitting on pedestrians below, but never actually go through with it (they were better than other people, remember?). They would be oh so sweet to the waitress that treated them like people rather than customers. They judged, and they liked to think they were judged, in turn. But they wouldn’t be found wanting. 

That wasn’t it, though. The root of their superiority, that light hearted elitism that they probably indulged just a moment too much. That root was found in their enlightened state, the fact that they understood one another. That they understood sex. They’d found the secret, and that knowledge was the power that they had, that put them ahead. 

It was them against the world, as far as it ever could be. But they really couldn’t give a fuck. Better, remember?