Learning to love myself is a somewhat alarming process filled with bursts of shame. 

"Who do you think you are to admire yourself? The person you've become? The person you are?" 

"What do you mean you prefer your company to most other people's?! Don't you know those are the thoughts of a narcissist? Is that what you want to become - complete scum?" 

And so on. 

Is it really okay to love myself?