When you are perfectly flawed

In being tasked to write about loving oneself I found myself, instead, filled with many questions and few answers.
Why is it that this article has to exist in the first place? Is it necessary for someone to love someone else before they can understand how much they should be loving themselves, or is it vice-versa?
Is loving oneself really as easy as many of us would like to think with so much hatred and discrimination thrown at us each day?
If I might be laconic, it’s hard to love yourself. With that being said, the responsibility of loving yourself is not something that can be achieved by one hand alone. It takes a world.
Having things like feminism, National Coming Out Day, the NAACP, and Hindu Human Rights as mandatory organizations is an aberration to me. While it’s true that a person cannot be held personally responsible for the strength of the will of another, it is also true that as a part of the divine entity that is mankind, it is our responsibility as individuals to ensure that all legs are moving in the same direction. This is impossible if we are filling our fellow men with hatred and regret.
Each of us is perfect in the nature of our flaws. Because we lack the ability to be perfect, we are able to understand true beauty and are therefore beautiful in spirit.
This beauty I speak of is, of course, not one that can be found within the confines of the flesh. The flesh is there to inspire romance and reproduction (whether directly or otherwise). The beauty I’m referencing is the one that exists in the infinity of the spirit of Light that flows through each of our immortal souls. Born of a flame ignited by a spark of the divine do we flourish and feed the fires of spirit.
This is beauty.
We all exist to feed the same flame. The stronger our love and gaiety, the brighter our flame; the stronger the collective, the stronger our world. Hatred is not inherent, it is learned.
It is through loving each other that we grow to love ourselves and, ultimately, the universe. All things are connected from microorganisms to the most complex of esoteric species or mysteries that still lurk behind the veil.
Through accepting and loving things that are unlike ourselves, we cast down the kaleidoscope that offers a romanticized version of our own tunnel vision. We see a crystal clear version of the beauty that exists in differences.
There’s a reason the best bouquets are varied, the best chocolates are mixed, and the best novels are a collection of characters of all archetypes.
By opening our hearts, we evolve. By evolving, we know true love. In knowing true love, we know what it means to truly love ourselves.