Also, on the topic of self love and self hate. I have never had very strong opinions about myself. I feel like it is only chance that I was born a Charlotte and not something else- frog, fish, starving orphan, billionaire heiress. Why would I love or hate myself when whom I ended up being is something I did not control. Yet I see self love and self hate in others and wonder — is something important missing from my brain that I don’t have this experience?