As I sat down to do this project I
thought to myself, What is the most
important thing I have learned this year? I considered all of the novels
and short stories and essays we read, all of the lectures and video clips and
movies we watched and every discussion we had. It hit me that, although we
didn’t really explicitly discuss it, self-love was at the core of everything,
typically, it was lacking.
In all three novels, the characters
felt that they were unworthy unless someone was in love with them. Each
character was incapable of generating that deep level of love for themselves
and, thus, none of their love was what Sternberg would call “consummate love,”
(if you recall from my research paper last semester). Instead, any love that
the characters managed to get at was more along the lines of desire and there
was always a sense of emptiness within them.
Thinking about all of this, I started
considering what I have gone through in the few years and, especially, what I
have learned from all of it. Although it has been a difficult year for me, I
have come out of it much stronger than I was going in. So, I asked myself why?
What has changed within me that made all of those terrible things in my past
suddenly seem bearable when they were not a year ago? The answer could not have
been clearer: self-love.
I had gone from loathing myself and
criticizing every little thing I did, allowing the perfectionist in me free
reign, to working my way towards mental and emotional peace. I have begun truly
appreciating everything within myself, the flaws, the strengths, the
weaknesses, everything. Through this
self-love, I have found such serene peace and happiness that I am almost always
bursting with it! Although there is still a long way to go on my journey within
self-love, I have made immense progress and it has changed my life.
Bringing this back to the class, I
chose to write a poem about this self-love (the woman in the poem representing
myself), because earlier in the year, although I hate to admit it, I was more
like the characters in those books. Although I wouldn’t have gone nearly as far
as any of them did in the search for fulfillment through another and I was far
more aware of the impossibility of another fulfilling me, I was certainly
relying on outside sources to show me my own worthiness. Now, though, I have
found that I am not only deserving of love, both inside and out, but I am love.