Thursday, March 5, 2015

Your Mom is Fat

Something happened.

When our eyes met, she shifted and suddenly, her body was pressed tightly against mine. With one hand pulling her closer and the other holding a pen to sign her out of the afterschool program, I prepared myself.

“There was an incident,” the teacher said quietly. 

Interrupting, my daughter wailed, “That boy over there called you FAT!  And I was SO sad that I went into the other room and cried.” For added proof, she shoved the picture into my hands she had drawn of herself crying.

Words have power and deep meaning; they should be used with care. I’m probably pickier about words than the average person.  In our home, fat is one of the prohibited words because, well, why use it when you can say "big" or "round" to describe someone's size without completely insulting them.

My daughter has known this for years. Armed with that knowledge, she explained that the thought of my feelings being hurt, hurt her. (It was both heartwarming and alarming that she felt I needed defending or protecting.)

A year ago, there was similar incident. When I heard that a first grader in my daughter’s class called me fat, I worried my size might be an embarrassment to her. Neither of these kids had teased HER (or me, really ... they simply described me as fat), but ... you know, there are a gazillion articles in Weight Watchers magazine about the mothers who became motivated to lose weight because they were afraid of embarrassing their child.

My daughter was adamant (then AND now) she wasn’t embarrassed; I wasn’t entirely convinced.

Most of my life I’ve been large and many times I’ve felt embarrassed about that. Despite my conscious efforts to project a positive body image (even when I had to fake it), it only made sense my daughter, too, might be embarrassed by my size. I had no evidence of that, though.

So a year ago, I decided to speak to her teacher about the incident, with my daughter present, realizing it was a perfect opportunity to set an example for her and show her that I was a confidant woman, regardless of my size.

But the truth was, that whole scenario stung a little.

It took courage to even mention the situation and request that the class discuss how people come in all shapes, colors, and sizes. The teacher was supportive and encouraging. And though I stood tall with an easy, wide smile that would’ve fooled anyone into believing I was the Queen of Confidence, I felt that very confidence shrink. Even if just by a few inches.

I listened to the teacher say I was special, wore cute clothes, and was always shiny and sparkly. I was suspicious. Was she trying to validate me? I wondered if somehow those qualities – in her eyes – made up for my ample size.  You know, the whole: “She might be fat, but she’s a shiny, happy fat person!” (Negative self-talk anyone?)

...But last week, as I listened to my daughter blurt out the similar story, I noticed something was missing.

There was no slight sting.

There was no shrinking of confidence.

Most profoundly, there was no shame.

Instead, there was a sense of centered calm and lightheartedness from being unaffected in a negative or self-deprecating way, unlike many times before. In that moment, all fear, hesitation, and embarrassment about my body was gone. Simply gone.

I felt free.

Bemused, I hugged my daughter, genuinely smiled, and let out a belly laugh. “Honey, I AM big. It’s OK. It’s an accurate description. But it doesn’t change anything. I’m still awesome.” My daughter loosened her grip and smiled.

“That’s what I told her! I told her how great your hair is,” the teacher excitedly chimed in, twisting her fingers...

It seemed ridiculous and humorous that a dramatic production around the word “fat” took place. (Which, clearly I inspired because of my hate of the word.)

The fact is: I’m fat!

But so what?

Being fat, in-between, or thin says nothing about who I am.

Or you. 

My value is not determined by numbers on a scale, a graph, or a tape measure.

I’m a rather spectacular and unique woman regardless of my size.

And so are YOU.

Do I want to feel physically stronger and more agile? Absolutely.

Am I my ideal size (for myself)? Nope.

Am I going to hold off recognizing my worth and meanwhile live timidly, quietly, as though I don’t deserve to be happy – and shiny! – until I AM stronger and more agile and weigh less? Uh, hell, no!

I’m not a spring chicken anymore.  Life is short, full of wonder, and I want to enjoy it. Despite how big my thighs, ass, and tummy are.

Thin does not own joy.

Our daughters need to see us fully embrace our inner and outer beauty. They deserve to get messages that stick their tongues out at society’s that tell us we’re unworthy, unattractive, unimportant, and unlovable if we don’t look a certain way.

It's OK to accept and love ourselves. Exactly the way we are. Right now. 

So what caused this change?

I'm not exactly sure.

But I do have more clarity about who I am, what my gifts are, and what my purpose is. Those truths don’t fluctuate with my weight. They remain constant under all circumstances.

And I know this: We are all important, invaluable, rare, and beautiful.

I kissed my daughter on her cheek and proudly – truly proudly – announced, “No matter what size I am, I’m super amazing.”

She, with a glistening smile added, “And magic, too, mom!”

...Oh, yes.

Something happened.

Something big, fat, juicy, voluptuous, Rubenesque, curvy, and sumptuous has happened.

And I like it.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Nobody's Perfect

You don’t have to be perfect. None of us are.

And you don’t need all the answers.    

It’s impossible to expect that you’ll make all of the very best decisions all of the time. You won’t.

Sometimes, our fear of getting too close to someone – or our fear of losing them – keeps us stuck, repeating old patterns of behavior that prevent us from feeling that anxious sense of vulnerability.

Then there are times when the yearning desire to intimately connect with another drops us to our knees – if only just for a moment of release and freedom. And you exhale.

It doesn’t make you a bad person. It doesn’t make you flawed or full of inner demons. It doesn’t mean you’re broken or damaged.

It means you’re human

We all need to escape from our busy minds churning out endless whirring like a factory of redundancy ... the same old self-talk, the same old stories we tell ourselves, haunting us over and over. 

Or maybe, you need an escape to avoid asking yourself the hard questions.

The questions that cause you to seek the truth within yourself about what it is you need. Not want. Need.

The truth about what brings you joy. The truth about who you REALLY are right now. Today. The truth about what makes you feel alive, passionate, present, engaged … with yourself, with others, with the beauty of life.

It’s easier to comfortably create a life-on-auto-pilot. That way, there’s no risk of finding out whether what you really yearn for is possible or not. You can even (occasionally) convince yourself that you have everything you need. That everything is fine. Why rock the boat? This might be as good as it gets.

It takes courage and fierce audacity to live life on your terms – let alone figure out what your terms are!

And it takes trust to look yourself squarely in the mirror.

I know it’s hard. You’re afraid of what you’ll see. Will it be a reflection of a jaded path, worn and crumbling beneath your feet? Will it be that your greatest fears, the worst things you say about yourself, are true? That you’re tormented. That you cause pain. That you’re crushed. That you’re unworthy of love.

I promise you this: That is NOT what you will see.

When you look – really look – deeply in your eyes, all of the labels, roles, and fears simply fall away. What you’re left with is your true, deepest heart that shows up in this world as your unique version, your unique fingerprint, of Love.

When you get clear about what you believe, what you need to feel vibrant, what you need to feel a sense of freedom and truth and integrity, there’s no turning back. And you probably know this.

When you tell the truth, you cross the threshold of honesty, a land where if you continue to make compromises, you’ll be living a lie. A life where you knowingly deceive yourself.  And that doesn’t feel good: because that is not who you're meant to be.

You’re not meant to feel broken; you’re meant to feel broken OPEN, full of a free heart, wide and vulnerable as the sky.

You’re meant to sit on the edge of a mountain and breathe with ease as you take in the beauty of the sunset.

You’re meant to be gently held by the water as you cast the line of curiosity to see what your next catch in life will be.

You’re meant to feel the empty calm when you’re in the meadow, listening only to the birds call and the peace in your heart.

Maybe you’ll have to make difficult choices to create the kind of world that's in alignment with who you are … without feeling ashamed, like you have to defend yourself, or like there's something wrong with you.

Because, really ... you’re OK. You just have to start listening to yourself.

That is where you will find your freedom. It is in this courage and truth that you’ll discover your strength. It’s where you will begin to trust in yourself to hunt through the unknown, without all the answers, and believe in who you are.

Meanwhile, as you harness the courage to stand upon the precipice and view the vast possibilities in your life, unsure of what's to come ... you don’t have to be perfect.

My friend, none of us are.

Friday, January 9, 2015

Letter To The Nice Girls (Revisited)

Dear Nice Girl:

You know who you are. 

You’re the one who helps the elderly couple struggling to carry their luggage up the stairs.

You’re the girl who calls after a truck full of strangers to give them the book that flew out the back. (Maybe it was important to someone.) Your boyfriend locks his eyes on yours, shakes his head and says, “Nobody does that.” But you do. 

On the plane, you pick the fallen peanut package off the floor and place it gingerly on the tray table so the passenger sitting next to you – a sleeping soldier – can eat them when she wakes. 

You’re the one who tidies up the dishes on your table at the restaurant to make it easier for the server.

You try to make it easier for everyone.


  • Pull forward at the drive-through to put the change in your wallet so the car behind you doesn’t have to wait a fraction of a second longer
  •  Always check behind you and around you to see how you can move out of another person’s way … never dreaming of making someone get out of yours. (Maybe you should.)
  • Didn’t conform at school and have one clique. You fluttered between all groups, getting along with the cool kids, the smart kids, the nerds, the gangsters, the jocks – everyone.

There’s simplicity in the way you love.

Peeling back fa├žades, gently lifting off masks others wear is your specialty. You peek behind and say, “Ah! There you are!”  

You keep secrets. Nice Girls are Professional Secret Keepers. You safely carry stories of lost pregnancies, abortions, the steel barrel shoved in his mouth, and betrayals measured by the number of kisses down another woman’s spine.

You’re good at keeping secrets … but not at keeping love.

You attract men with war and conflict on the soles of their feet. You recognize complex Achilles-aches and provide a place of centered calm; but his feet are too tired and too wounded to carry you. His war too bloody.

For years, you help and support conflicted men, hurt men, men in crisis, men in transition feel grounded. They say you saved them. 

You even get some thank yous. The Nice Girl carries them in a pearl box, knowing gratitude matters.

You think this makes you special, loved, different – almost powerful – to be The One who penetrates him, who sees his potential, his spirit ... even when he does not; but it’s not your job to heal his wounds.

Eventually, he wants a backpack and no possessions. A divorce. Or he wants what you can’t offer him: his own children and a clean slate. Or he moves away to focus on his education ... he can’t have you and focus on dreams. 

When he asks you to let him go, you gently bless him, and blow him away to freedom.

This is the pattern. It begins to feel like continuous rejection, a cyclical sacrifice of self. You wonder what’s wrong with you. 

Look: Not all people are nice.  

Some betray you. Don’t keep their promises or show up for you when you need arms around you … because they’re too deep in their own hurt (all while you, Nice Girl, are empathetic about their pain and try to help them through it, even when they were the cause of yours).  

The generosity you give to others you don’t give to yourself. 

They push the boundaries of hurt ... because they can. Because out of kindness (and perhaps, sometimes, fear), you've let them.

You learn that “You’re one of the nicest, sweetest people I’ve ever known,” comes with a slap-down, a “but.” 

·         But he tells you not to fall in love with him.
·         But “I don’t want to keep you from meeting a nice guy.”
·         But he’s not happy enough … because you weigh too much.
·         But he’s having affairs.
·         But he’s not ready for your love.
·         But he’s confused. 

He loves you…
but doesn’t choose you.

There are some, who at worst, know how to turn your compassion inside out. 

They set fire to your self-worth and rain ashes on you. 

You’ll burn, yes; but you’ll burn brightly and the moon will smile at you from afar, knowing you are the fire. 

Ashes will fertilize the soil and you will grow again.

Ashes are story kindling. Stories that alight.

What looks like destruction is rebirth.

See, not everyone wants tranquility. He might like the steel cut of a knife or the desert sting of wind. He might like edgy storms.

And you know how to weather storms... 

You see the front coming and unlike most – who retreat – go straight out. You see how far you can go. The air shifts. The rains come. You smile and brace for those winds and let them rip through your hair. You want to spread your arms out as wide as the tumultuous ocean lets you, embrace it all, and scream, “BRING IT!” 

It’s in those storms that you feel the hot, raw, visceral energy piercing through you. It brews deep in your soul. 

Oh … there’s a wild strength within you. 

And you want more. 

It’s time to harness that energy and make a choice: Live out the ache of old patterns or create ones that honor you.


Listen to the whispers of your heart. They’ve been there all along, inviting you to generously devote time to yourself, Dear One. 

Live in devotion to yourself until you realize that you are the Love you seek. 

Surround yourself with those who see your gifts of sensitivity and empathy as just that: Gifts. Know this for yourself.

Know there’s beauty in disappointment: It leads you to finally recognize what it is you do want.

When you’re ready, build yourself a luminescent, storm-torn door. A door that humbly stands in the beauty of its imperfections,  right in front of your golden meadow heart.

Only you can open it.  

There will be those who meet you there. 

Watch on the horizon for the storm chasers. The ones that show up, courageous.

They drive hours just to have coffee and see your face. 

He notices little things: the tiny mole above the knuckle on your index finger and the one on your heel; that you curl your toes and screw your mouth to the side when you’re nervous. He’ll kiss your crooked mouth still until he knows, you know, that you are loved. 

They love in quantities the galaxies hold and go so high, they grab handfuls of stars for when you have nights that go dark.

Their soul clicks and their arms spark when they see you. 

They show up when you’re on your knees.
They stay. 
They won’t burn you … and you’ll have stars. 

Keep your palms open to the sky, Nice Girl. 

Build your door. Carve beauty all over it.  
Let them come to you. 

And remember, always, who you are. 

*This is an edited version of the previously published Letter to the Nice Girls (2013)*

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Your Magical Words: Discovering Your Word(s) of the Year

It started as a child. I'd scour dictionaries, enchanted by the meaning and histories of words. I still am. And I still scour dictionaries. 

Words are magic. They have the potential to touch our lives - to even change our lives.

Remember those sweet, sticky words whispered to you late at night in the arms of someone you loved?

Or the time that someone rattled your soul with cruel, abusive and cutting words?

There's power in words. They can put a spell on us and weave us into possibilities. Or into despair.

Words are magic.

So it's no surprise that three years ago, I was allured by the idea of choosing a "Word of the Year" in January as an alternative to setting resolutions. Resolutions didn't ever stick, but a word? Oh, a word might just entice me to stay devoted and committed. The word (or words) chosen are meant to be a guiding light to help direct you during your year.

As you adopt your word(s) (some people have three words, like a mantra, others have up to doesn't matter), you can use them to make decisions, create plans and strategies, to have as a touchstone to see if you're on track with the goals you want to embody over the year.

My words have been the theme for my work and personal strategy. They're utilized as a tool to check-in and see if I'm in alignment with what I'm creating.

The first year was Ignite + Glow.
Year two? True North. 
This year? Gentle Effervescence.

Their deep and personal meaning provided just what I needed to gain momentum personally and professionally ... with profound impact.  

But how do you come up with a word of the year? 

I struggled the first year, but was fortunate to have the loving support of sisters who took a creative business ecourse run by Kelly Rae Roberts. (We're all still connected.)

They generously shared resources and their experiences or processes with finding a word; in fact, a resounding number said the word(s) would find them. This, too, has been my experience.

I talk about that in the workbook I just created for YOU so you can have a step-by-step process for coming up with your own word.

Click here to get the free workbook, "YOUR MAGICAL WORD(S)."

All the resources that I've been fortunate to find over the years are pulled together in one, beautiful, fun, and soulful workbook to help you find your word(s) of the year.

This year's words
Gentle Effervescence are my words ... and they certainly surprised me. While I knew that I wanted to have more energy, more connections, to sparkle a bit more professionally + personally, I couldn't really "see" myself as "effervescent."

It's as if the universe knew this and handed me - quite gently - the qualifier "gentle."  I wouldn't be able to pull off being BOLDLY effervescent. It's just not who I am. But gently effervescent? Yes, I can get behind that. Thank you, Universe.

There are two other words this year, too, which are combined with my words of the year; they are my "core desired feelings" - something that I discovered by going through Danielle LaPorte's book, "The Desire Map."

So my north star leading me with all its magical twinkles and alchemical concoctions is:
Generous Devotion (to) Gentle Effervescence

It's my hope that if you haven't discovered your own word(s) of the year, that you'll download the beautiful workbook and that by doing so, you will have your own north star, your own guide post, to help you throughout this year.

It will make a difference, I promise.

P.S. If you're already signed-up for my newsletter (the Love Notes), then you'll receive the free downloadable workbook in the next one.

P.P.S Some lovely blog posts from my beautiful friends who wrote about their word of the year:
Monica Martin, mixed media artist at The Artsy Girl Studio. Word: Purpose
Michelle Reynolds, an artist in Australia at Shells in the Bush. Word: Focus
Rene' Savoie, an artist at Peabody Designs. Word: Fearless.
Philippa Ramsden, an incredible writer in Yangon, Myanmar, at Feisty Blue Gecko. Words: Breathe, Stargaze, and Realise.
Galia Alena, a soulful mixed media artist in Australia. In fact, she's having a giveaway! Go to her site right away + you enter to win a customized piece of art that reflects your word of the year for your altar!

Have you chosen a word for the year? Please share it below in the comments! If you've written a blog post about it, please place a link to it there, too so you can get some comment love.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

The Secrets of Letting Go (VIDEO!)

Last week, I sent out my newsletter and included something different: a video message. The response was positive and it was suggested by some that I post it here publicly so everyone can watch it.

So, I'm listening to my readers and posting the video. This is a little scary (and feels super vulnerable!) but I've felt the desire to come closer to you, to reach out in new ways ... and a video is certainly much more intimate!

The video below provides tips and insights - the secrets - of letting go. It is my deepest hope that it provides some comfort, some love, some type of support to you. 

What are some ways that you let go? Or what is it that you need to let go of? I'd love to hear in your comments below. 

Oh! And if you'd like more videos like this, then feel free to "share" this and leave a comment below. I'd love to hear from you!

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Friday, October 24, 2014

When Dreams Are Dashed

This post is in response to a request from some of my Facebook followers to write about this topic. 

Dear Beautiful You,

Things haven't gone quite as planned.

You had a vision of what your life would look like by now ... a checklist of accomplishments to mark the successes, indicating that you're moving right along, just like everyone else. Some of the items on the list have been ticked off. Others, have not.

And then there are your dreams. The beautiful dreams you've held within so tightly, nurturing, only to learn that it's not possible for you to have what you wanted. At least, not in the way you wanted it. Not right now.

It doesn't feel fair.

You did everything you could to prepare for your dream. You studied how to get what you wanted. You listened to the experts, took care of yourself and created a vessel - a space - to delicately cradle this precious desire which has bled away.

The worst part is, you can't control it or fix it or get back what you've lost.

It hurts.

There's grief as you mourn what could've been. And sometimes, there's anger. An anger that slices through you - righteous and steely - pointed at the inequity of it all.

In your pain, you start to see there's a fine line between allowing it to swallow you and leaning into the hurt without being overcome.

When you're devoured by loss, you lay down your power and say, "I can do nothing. I'm nothing in comparison to this hurt." You shut down. Most of us do this at some point. It's almost a survival instinct ... a protective mode: Curl up, retreat, and wait it out.

But when you lean into your pain, disappointment, and grief from a place of awareness, of being alive, you're not shutting down; instead, you're acknowledging your grave loss with the strength to tell the truth: "This hurts."

The subtle difference between leaning in and being overcome with pain is knowing that pain is not permanent. Nothing is.

It's similar to when you work out and feel the strain of a muscle stretching in a way it's not used to. You notice it. Actively engage with your body and its experience; and while you allow your body to feel what it does without giving up or shutting down, it becomes more agile, stronger.

When you trust yourself enough to be vulnerable and tell the truth about how you feel, you move through the pain. It's a surrender to the truth of right now ... without knowing what the future holds.

But right now, the truth is that the dreams you held onto tightly have been dashed and you don't know what to do. How to move forward. How to construct new dreams.

Grieve your loss. Be honest about how you feel. Then, when the time is right for you, you'll discover a new version of your hopes. You'll find a way to achieve a semblance of what you had deeply wanted. Maybe you'll even remember an older dream that you had always wanted, but were afraid to go after ... and you find the courage to do it now.

Maybe it means further study or committing changes to your life. Maybe adoption or being the best Aunt that ever lived. Maybe it means a career change. Or a divorce. 

Unknowns are challenging; but you don't have to know the answer right now. You will. When you're ready.

Until then, beautiful one, know that you are loved. And you will have new dreams that are just as amazing as this one was.

I'd love to hear what some of your deepest held dreams are. Please feel free to share.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

How to Have Self-Esteem: It's All About Love

Life can be unclear, muddied, filled with unknowns.

When challenges hit, your sense of direction is thwarted by uncertainty; it feels personal, like life is picking a fight with you … and it’s winning. You’re left nursing a raw vulnerability that leads down the dark alley of self-doubt, asking: What did I do to deserve this? Why can’t I catch a break? Why does this always happen to me? Soon, you’re recalling every mistake, regret, and lie you’ve ever told yourself. The only thing that becomes clear is a belief that you’re flawed. 

You know the signs. You’re harder on yourself. Grumpier. Less patient. Tired. Restless. Fearful of what is going to happen next and unable to get the past off rewind. It’s hard to focus. You feel less kind. And as your mind lives with recent struggles and disappointments, you wonder why it is that each time another difficulty rears its head, all the old ones decide to haunt your memory, causing you to feel heavy. Disconnected. Isolated.

You decide you want to feel better. So, you seek outside validation that confirms you’re good enough. If someone hires you, gives you a new job, you’re valuable. If your friends reach out without reaching out to them, you’re important. If you lose 20lbs, you’ll finally be attractive. If that man asks you out on a date, and then another, you’re worthy of love. Until then, you remain unseen, invisible, feeling unworthy, unimportant, unattractive, unloved. And quite alone. 

What happens when you don’t lose those 20lbs, the guy doesn’t ask you out on a second date, your friends don’t call (probably because you didn’t tell them you needed them), and the new job doesn’t come through? You’re suspended in time, frozen in a spot of near inaction, of fear. Could it be true that you’re unworthy? After all … you didn’t receive the validation you needed.

Something along these lines occurs to you: “I need better self-esteem and more confidence. I need to learn how to care about myself.”

The gurus say if you don’t love yourself, you can’t really love someone else; but you don’t really love yourself a lot right now, so you begin questioning your capacity to love. You begin to feel guilty, wondering if you don’t love those you do love … enough! You can’t even LOVE right!

You don’t have to learn to love yourself.  You don’t even have to try to love yourself.

You ARE love. It’s who you are. The only thing needed is to remember that. Naturally, when you’re not all in your head or worried or scared, you emanate love.

Not sure what I mean? Each time you feel happiness, joy, wonder, or beauty, you’re simply experiencing loving feelings … those words/emotions are rooted in love. If you smile or express that positive emotion in any way, you’re expressing – or being – love.

Next time you compassionately hold your friend’s hand because her heart has been shattered, take a deep breath and say to yourself, “I’m being love.” And guess what? Your friend will feel it. And so will you. There will be a shift.

When you see something beautiful … a perfect rose, children laughing, an elderly couple holding hands … and you recognize it as such, you are being and feeling love.

When you eat an incredible piece of chocolate – and you know it, allowing a slight moan to escape from your lips – you are being and feeling love.

It doesn’t take any special effort other than to see what is already there and then express it.

Self-love is simply remembering that there isn’t a disconnect between the thing that you’re feeling loving towards and yourself. That love is you, radiating from you.

Acknowledging your feelings, allowing yourself to be in a moment, and then feeling the freedom to express what is going on, is an act of love. 

And anytime you’re being loving, you’re being self-loving, too. There’s no separation. The only distinction is your awareness of this ... and that makes all the difference.It's a slight change in how you see things.

Most of us, especially when we’re going through challenging times, will do anything to avoid feeling the pain we’re experiencing; but it’s just as loving – and radically freeing – to admit when you feel alone, sad, afraid. Doing so allows those feelings to flow and pass through you, instead of ignoring them ... which does not remedy the situation. Why? Because telling the truth is an act of love.

You don’t have to learn how to have self-esteem or go after trying to love yourself. Instead, tell yourself the truth.

So recognize it when you: fix your hair because it makes you feel beautiful; decide to sleep because your body is tired; eat because you’re hungry; take a break at work because you need one; connect with a friend because you miss them; wear those saucy shoes and earring because you feel hot when you do. 

Not because you’re “trying” to be loving towards yourself; but because you are being love.

There will be seasons where it seems life is beating you up. You may even have a few scars to show for it. But when you’re in that raw, dark alley remember: You are enough. You are beautiful, exactly the way you are. There is nothing you have to do, except to tell the truth, which includes recognizing you’re brave for facing – straight on – your vulnerability. 

And this, too, is love.

So, sweet, dear you: What are ways that you show your love? Remembering that when you're being loving towards others, you're being loving towards yourself, also. And ... when you're being loving towards yourself, you're being loving towards others, because there is no differentiation. Love is Love.