My relationship with myself is in a state of flux, thank you for asking.
I'm nowhere near as hard on myself as I used to be, but neither do I respect myself as much as I deserve. I spend quite a lot of days being paralysed by boring debates between my old, self-persecuting inner voice and the new, weaker but more legitimate, self-caring one.
I used to look at myself, or photos of me, and think "Ugly! Fat!" I was neither. I caught myself in the mirror, just now, and my first thought was "I look nice." You probably wouldn't think I look particularly nice right now, but there's no need to look particularly nice. I look like me, and I like it. This is good.
Violent feelings, thoughts, actions and words used to be so much part of the fabric of my life that I didn't even notice. That's changed 98%. I'm not so bothered about the two percent.
I keep looking at the kitchen cupboards I painted the other day and admiring my work
The main achievement here is that they are not perfectly painted - far from it. But instead of fixating on the flaws, I'm seeing the overall effect and finding it good.
I'm a work in progress. I will be 'in progress' to the day I die, and that's more than okay. It's tough going sometimes, but the rewards are worthwhile and the process is interesting :)
So, Double, how about you?
By the way, you gave me something valuable in another post this evening, where you said about realising you were already living your worst fears and how liberating it can be. Thank you!