A year ago today, I wrote this letter and posted it on Facebook. For the first time, I could see the love I had for myself. My love wasn’t this abstract concept I was trying to force myself to believe. I was truly smitten with myself. There was no shame or conceit in this self-admiration. Today, I still feel the same.
I love to cook, in case you have not noticed. In my (not so) humble opinion, I tend to be pretty good at it. Recently, I realized I was using my cooking abilities in both a healthy and unhealthy manner. As I look back over the years, I can see where I used it as a tool to get people to like me. Moreover, I would use my culinary prowess to get praise and acceptance.