I haven’t always treated myself kindly. Even today, it’s hard for me to talk about this brief period of my life (I write “brief” because the older I get, the less those couple years count as part of the whole). I am still embarrassed about being both ignorant and abrasive towards my external appearance.
While in college, I vacillated between not caring what I looked like and letting myself fall apart, to being vain and caring way too much. I simply lost my relationship with my outside. I still appreciated the specialness of who I was on the inside. But the inside and outside didn’t match, and they were at odds.