Why can I see the beauty in others but not in myself?

Dear Self,

Why is it so easy for me to see the beauty in others but not in myself?

Perhaps it is normal. To be too enrapt with my own beauty might be ever so slightly narcissistic? But some element of being able to see my own potential, to like certain qualities about myself more than I dislike others would be useful, surely?

I have to say that since I have been writing to you regularly something has changed about all this for me.

I used to often feel an intense dislike for how I was in the world. Now I, more often, kind of accept how I am.

I wouldn’t say that I see any real beauty in myself but I rarely have questions that undermine my existence the way I may have a year or so ago.

Thanks for that.

Luke

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