I’m pretty aware of the social interactions that take place in my day to day. Exchanging a smile with a fellow sardine on the L train, sparking conversation with the cashier at Whole Foods, laughing with an eccentric stranger on the street- these little moments are part of why I love New York. But lately, my attention has been on the internal communication I participate in. For some reason, the harshest comments I hear are the ones in the back of my own mind, directed at me. I’ve become more aware of the immense pressure we face, and how the relationship you have with yourself is arguably the most delicate of all. I think being mindful is probably the first step to breaking a vicious cycle of self-judgement and criticism. I would never think about (let alone speak to!) a friend the way I think and speak to myself at times. How does self acceptance grow into self love? At what point do we stop comparing ourselves to the millions of people who will always be smarter, funnier, wealthier, prettier, thinner, and start appreciating the perfect combination of existence that we already are? Or, is constantly striving to better ourselves a healthy target? Where is the line that separates pushing ourselves to grow, and being proud of what we are, perfectly imperfect in this exact moment?