“Self-love seems so often unrequited.” When we don’t succeed in reinterpreting reality so that we feel better than others, when we’re forced to finally face up to the fact that our self-image is more blemished than we would like it to be, what happens? All too often, Cruella De Vil or Mr. Hyde emerges from the shadows, attacking our imperfect selves with a surprising viciousness. And the language of self-criticism cuts like a knife.
