Here’s the thing: We are so much nicer to literally everyone else but ourselves. I was recently listening to one of my dear friends’ lamentations about themselves after something they did, and I thought to myself “She’d never say that to me. So why on earth is she saying it to herself?” We as women can be so about doing what’s great for “the team”, our loved ones, intimate partner, etc, that we often forget about ourselves. In the forgetting, we totally kinda write-off being nice to little ole us. What if you had a friend that kept choosing the wrong guy? Would you ever shout at her, “You stupid cow! You always pick the wrong guy! You’re an idiot!” No, most likely you’d try to explain to h