We all have our moments. We do things that make us feel bad about ourselves. We choose behaviors we're ashamed of. We say things we're not proud of. And at the end of the day, when we screw up, we sit in guilt, shame and powerlessness.
But imagine if we loved ourselves unconditionally. How would it impact our lives if we loved ourselves despite our errors? Even if we screwed up over and over again and made the same mistake over and over again... what if we loved ourselves anyway?
Some may argue that we are giving ourselves permission to behave inappropriately and while there may be merit to this claim I tend to have a little more faith in the human race.