I've hated myself since I was very young; first, judgmental and condemning parents, then, ample people along the way to cement that belief, but when I finally realized how important I am in this existence because without me it simply does not exist, I have become far more forgiving. It's up to me to care for myself even if no one else does. Does anyone else have a greater right to existence than you do? I couldn't imagine any god saying to you, "I've only got room for one of you, and Mary keeps her house as neat as a pin, so you know where you're going."