In the Era of Self-Love, Have We Gotten Too Soft on Ourselves?
The benefits of a little regret

The idea of living life with “no regrets” is almost a cliché at this point. An extension of the self-first era we live in.
There are huge benefits to self-advocating. So many of us lived a life of little to no agency, beholden to misguided parents, patriarchal ideals of a woman’s role in the world, and a society that worships attractiveness and capital above all else.
A heavy load, and I was one of the luckier ones.
A correction was long overdue, one in which we started to recognize and prioritize our own needs. Pursuing our passions. Setting boundaries. Self-care.
Self-respect is a glorious thing. And yet.
The “no regrets” mantra doesn’t sit particularly well with me. In order for self-prioritizing to be healthy, we must maintain awareness of our impact on others.
When we feel like the perfect Instagram picture is more important than historically significant artifacts or natural phenomena, for example, prioritizing the self over anything else seems ridiculously short-sighted.
I also wonder if wiping all of the slate clean because we ourselves suffered is a wise move for any of us. I can look at the past and feel a strong sense of righteous indignation. After all, more was done to me than I ever did to others.
And yet.
Yes, I was wounded, many times over. But I also know that as a young person, I could be a dangerous force. My ability to read people allows me to hone in on insecurities with laser-like efficiency. Today, I only use that power for good.
That wasn’t always the case.
I know I was only acting out the pain inflicted upon me. I know I was doing the best I could with what I had. I know I’m still not perfect, but I do much better today.
None of that negates the fact that I’ve used words to hurt people.
Even knowing I was doing my best at the time doesn’t stop me from feeling humbled by that. And in reality, I don’t think it should.
We’ve all made mistakes. We’ve all hurt people.
Should we forgive ourselves? Absolutely.
Should we ask for forgiveness retroactively? In certain cases, yes.
Should we learn to be at peace with the knowledge that we weren’t always good people? I think so.
But should we forget?
That’s a decision we can all make for ourselves. I’m not so convinced that the “no regrets” mantra is necessary for me. My regrets help me acknowledge the places deep within that will always need work and healing. They remind me not to judge others because I’ve been there, too. They give me humility, even as I place more emphasis on loving myself.
They’re part of me, and if I’m going to embrace the good side, it seems only fair to embrace the shadows as well.
I’m a good person, who hasn’t always said or done good things. But I can learn from those mistakes.
Part of the work is learning to integrate and live with that.
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