My Declaration of Self-Esteem 

     
      
          I am me.
           In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. There
      are people who have some parts like me but no one adds up exactly
      like me. Therefore, everything that comes out of me is authentically
      mine because I alone choose it.
           I own everything about me - my body, including everything it
      does; my mind, including all my thoughts and ideas; my eyes,
      including the images of all they behold; my feelings, whatever they
      might be - anger, joy, frustration, love, disappointment, excitement;
      my mouth and all the words that come out of it - polite, sweet and
      rough, correct or incorrect; my voice, loud and soft; all my actions,
      whether they be to others or myself.
    
   
           I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears.
           I own all my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.
           Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with
      me in all my parts. I can love me and be friendly with me in all my
      parts, I can then make it possible for all of me to work in my best
      interests.
           I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other
      aspects that I do not know. But as long as I am friendly and loving
      to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for the solutions to
      the puzzles and for ways to find out more about me.
           However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever
      I think and feel at a given moment in time is me. This is authentic
      and represents where I am at that moment in time.
           When I review later how I looked and sounded, what I said and
      did, and how I thought and felt, some parts may turn out to be unfitting. 
     

            I can discard that which is unfitting and keep that which proved
       fitting, and invent something new for that which I discarded.
            I can see, hear, feel, think, say and do. I have the tools
       to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, to make sense
       and order out of the world of people and things outside of me.
            I own me and therefore I can engineer me.
            I am me and I am okay.

 

   By Virginia Satir
   from Chicken Soup for the Soul
   Copyright 1993 by Jack Canfield and
   Mark Victor Hansen  

 

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