It's hard work, and that may be why we only give it, in its greater capacities, to only a few. Romantic partners, parents, children, siblings, close friends... and not necessarily in that order.
But we mustn't forget to leave ourselves off that list.
I get frustrated with myself a lot. For not living up to my expectations, or that of my parents. I get annoyed when I don't write well, or look good, or have a boyfriend. I can point out a thousand things I do wrong and wonder how anyone could ever care for me.
It's exhausting caring for myself. Being kind to myself when I fuck up. Being honest with myself and identifying things that need improving. Reminding myself that my romantic relationship status doesn't equate to my worth, and forgiving myself for still needing that reminder despite being told time and time again.
I'm lucky that even when I forget to love myself, to be patient with my shortcomings, or remind myself that even though I feel ugly, I'm still so capable of living a full life, I have people to remind me.