喜欢自己更多一点Liking Yourself More（1/2）
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Uand these new words or phrases before you read this article.
1. apologetically [?,p?l?d?etik?li] adv. 道歉地
2. self-estee [selfisti:] n. 自负
3. subtle [s?tl] adj. 微妙的；精细的
4. nspire [k?nspai?] v. 密谋
5. lionizes[i?naiz] v. 把……奉为名人
6. huiliatg [hju:ilieiti?] adj. 丢脸的
7. pare to 把……比作，比喻为
8. struggle to 努力奋斗，竞争
9. persist坚持，固执于
10. capitute [k?pitjuleit] v. 屈服
11. eptitude [iju:d] adj. 无能
12. ferior [fi?ri?] adj. 劣质
Retly I turo a friend who was ridgy car and asked her,“What do you like about yourself?”We rodesilence for several utes. Fally, she turoand said,
apologetically ,“I ’t thk of anythg.”
I was stunned. My friend is telligent, charg, and passio she uldn’t see any of that.
I know she’s not alone. Low self-estee has bee the nuber-one issue pgug woe God’s assurahat he’s absotely crazy about , ost of’t believe he ans . It’s like the ical editor who tells the cub reporter,“If your other says she loves you, check it out.”
I orter for 12 years. One of the first thgs I learnedresearchg a story was“garbage , garbage out.”If your raw data is fwed, you end up with a faulty n. The sa is true with how we see ourselves. If we ck self-nfidence, aybe we’re w with fwed data.
The reality is,hundreds of subtle ways, our culture, faily, friends—even our thought life—nspire to undere our nfidence. We grow upfailies void of affiration, enuragent, and respect—the buildg blocks to self-nfidehen we fd ourselves sack dabthe iddle of a world that lionizes Size Two Hollywood starlets and Barbie-doll figures. Our paycheck, our title, or so other artificial yardstick givesteporary eo the world of TheAepted. Butour hearts, we know it isn’t real. How do we fd our way to the truth?
I’ teophobia. My brot all the genes required to uandanuals, to repair thgs, or to ake sense of puters. When I first had to learn how to e a puter for y job, I waswas the end of life as I k.
I reber with paful crity a begner’s puter css where the structor toldto“press any key”. I searchedva for the“any”key. By the end of the t that I anaged a ho, a faily, a job, and a professional staff.
Why was it so huiliatg? Becae I pared yself to the 10-year-old girldoor who effortlessly surfed the o research her ter papers while I struggled jt to log on. Instead of siply ncdg that teical prowess is not one of y strengths, I ncded I t be stupid. It was a lie.
People respectas uch as we respect ourselves. That’s why the absence of self-nfideelegraph to others not to believe.
For years I struggled to receive a plt gracioly. If sooed y hair, I’d disunt it. I’d say y hairstyle ade y face look fat or that y hair was a oy lor. What I really ant was, there t be so istake. I’ not worth yard. I don’t like yself and ’t really believe you do, either. The trouble is, if we persistputtg ourselves dowually people start to believe we’re right.
Sotis the proble isn’t faulty data. We have an aurate picture of ourselves or a situation, but itute the first ti soone challenges .
Several years ago, I disvered a grape-sized p on y left breast. My doe. I was certa of it! When I called the doctor to suggest he ight have issed the pquestion, he sisted I was wrong. It uld not possibly be a p, he said, becae he had reoved it. After all, he was the doctor.
I got off the phone, doubtg what I’d felt with y own hand. But fear of lethal nsequences gavethe urage to sist he re-exae , at which pot he retly aowledged that, yes, it did see to be the al p. He reoved ita send surgery.
In y case, I had to hat I was stupid becae I didn’t uand teical thgs. Yet, even after aowledgg that I’ actually a pretty telligent person, I still had to grieve the fact that no aount of csseswould ever pletely solve y teical eptitude!
Another lie I believed about yself was that I’d been selfish for havg only one child. The truth is, I nearly died givg birth to y daughter, and y hband didn’t want to adopt. Still, I spent years feelg like an ferior other—like I should have trted God to protectsubsequent childbirth.
I now believe that— y case—one child was God’s will for . I’ve rejected the ioheless, I had to grieve that I’d never have the hoeful of children I’d always wanted.
最近，我问坐在我车里的一位朋友：“你喜欢自己什么？”沉默了好几分钟后，她转向我，满脸歉意地说：“我想不出来。”
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