Some days, I just don’t like myself. From the outside in, I notice plenty of flaws. I have acne, my hair is a wild mess, my
posture is slouchy, my attitude is grouchy, I’m impatient and rude and arrogant—and
I make plenty of mistakes.
So I remind myself that even if I’m not likeable
now, I’ve got potential. I’m just in the
caterpillar stage. Someday, I’ll be a
beautiful, virtuous butterfly. I should like
myself for my potential…right?
That’s not what Mr. Rogers says.
