Why do we take so hard on ourselves?
Why do we see beauty on everyone else but us?
Why don’t we see perfection at the mirror?
Why do we criticize every tiny bit of ourselves and overlook serious stuff around us?
Why are we so quick to condemn and so slow to forgive?
Why we, God’s highest form of creation still doubt and many times deny our Creator?
Why can’t we love ourselves the same way we love our children?
Why don’t we accept, honor, respect, appreciate and love ourselves but expect others to do it?
Why wouldn’t we recognize our value, acknowledge and feel proud until/unless someone else does it?
Why? Why don’t we, Why can’t we, Why wouldn’t we? Why?
Sheyla Zito
