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Do I Need To Like Myself?
Yes! People who don't like themselves are a pain in the neck!
Usually, people with a poor self-image use one of two irritating strategies. They either:
a) criticize you a lot or
b) they criticize themselves a lot.
STRATEGY A: They criticize you a lot. They figure that by criticizing other people they can feel better about themselves.
Let's take Fred, who feels inferior. Fred thinks he has a big nose and piggy eyes. He also secretly feels a bit stupid.
So what's his strategy to feel better about himself? He criticizes all his friends. He has names for them like “Flathead”, “Chicken Legs” and “Dogbrain”. Whenever someone else makes a mistake, he announces it to the whole class. (He probably doesn't even realize he criticizes people—or why he does it.)
If you have parents, friends or brothers and sisters who don't like themselves—they might criticize you and everyone around them. Just remember that they criticize you because they have a problem. If you remember that they are actually hurting inside, you won't get so upset by their behaviour.
STRATEGY B: Some people who don't like themselves criticize themselves a lot. They use reverse psychology...
Take Mary who doesn't like herself. She's always telling you, “You are prettier than me. You are smarter. Nobody likes me.” She's hoping that you will reply, “No Mary! You are clever. You are beautiful.” After a while, people like Mary get on your nerves!
In a nutshell
When we don't like ourselves, we irritate other people. We also put ourselves through a lot of stress. When we accept ourselves a little better, we don't play these games.
How Can I Like Myself﹖
In our hearts, most of us believe we should be doing better. We think that we should have gotten higher grades. We want to be popular and hang out with the “in” crowd. We feel we don't measure up to our parents' expectations. Our parents help to confirm this idea when they ask, “Why can't you be more like your brother?”
Whenever you are feeling low, be your own best friend. Accept that, up to now, you have lived your life the best way you know how. No one sets out to screw up their life! Like anyone, you've done the odd stupid thing. With more information you'll likely do better in the future.
Liking yourself means forgiving yourself. If you have made some serious mistakes, if you have hurt some people—and yourself—feeling guilty won't help.
If you are feeling guilty about something, you have already suffered enough. Being guilty for another six months won't help anybody.
Forget perfection and aim for improvement.
It's a funny thing. When you forgive yourself for your own mistakes, you automatically begin to let others off the hook for the same things.
“But I'm Not Brilliant...”
You might look at yourself and say, “I'm not as beautiful as my sister, I'm not as talented as my friends and I'm not brilliant at anything! How can I feel good about me?”
Fact: Nobody is good at everything and most of us have those thoughts!
But here's the lowdown! Talent and beauty are very useful—but there are plenty of talented and beautiful people around whom we don't necessarily admire. And some of them are a pan in the butt!
The qualities most of us value above all others are honesty, courage, persistence, generosity and humility. Take a look at this list and you'll find something interesting. You aren't born with these things. You develop them. Anyone can have them! If you want self-respect, and respect from others, you don't have to be an Einstein or a super-model.
You simply work at developing your own honesty, determination, generosity, humility and courage. It is called “character”.
In a nutshell
How you feel about yourself is in your hands.
非得喜歡自己嗎?
確實如此!不喜歡自己的人很討厭!
通常，自我感覺不好的人會采用兩種策略，要么老是挑剔別人，要么總是挑剔自己。
策略一：老是挑剔別人。他們以為挑別人的錯就能自我感覺良好。
比如說弗雷德吧，他就覺得自己不如別人。弗雷德感到自己長了一個大鼻子、兩只豬眼睛，還暗自感覺腦子有點笨。
那他想感覺好一點怎么辦呢?于是就挑所有朋友的毛病，給他們起一些怪名字，什么“平頭”啊，“雞腿”啊，“狗腦”啊等等。每當有人犯錯誤，他就對全班同學(xué)宣布。 (他很可能壓根兒就沒意識到在批評別人，或者為什么要這么做。)
如果你父母、朋友或兄弟姊妹不喜歡自己，他們可能挑剔你和身邊的每一個人。請記住，他們挑剔你是因為他們有問題。其實他們內(nèi)心有傷痛，記住這一點，你就不會對他們的行為感到特別心煩了。
策略二：有些不喜歡自己的人老說自己不好。他們的心理正好相反。
拿瑪麗來說吧，她就不喜歡自己。她總對別人說，“你比我漂亮。你比我聰明。誰都不喜歡我。”她心里其實希望對方這樣回答，“不對，瑪麗!你很聰明，很漂亮。”不用多久，瑪麗這種人就會令人生厭。
簡言之
不喜歡自己，就會去煩別人。同時自身也會承受很大的壓力。對自己好一點，就不會去玩那些煩人的把戲了。
怎樣才能喜歡自己?
內(nèi)心里，大多數(shù)人都認為自己應(yīng)該比現(xiàn)在強。我們認為考試分數(shù)應(yīng)該再高一些。我們想受人歡迎，跟那些“時髦的”人在一起。我們感到達不到父母的期望。父母也證實了這一點。他們會問，“你就不能向你哥哥多學(xué)一點?”
無論何時你感覺不良，你要做自己最親密的朋友。要承認到目前為止，你是在以你所知的最佳方式生活。誰都不會成心破壞自己的生活。你跟別人一樣做了些奇怪而愚蠢的事。你如果知道得多一些，將來就會做得好一些。
喜歡自己意味著原諒自己。如果你犯了嚴重的錯誤，如果你傷害了別人，傷害了自己，內(nèi)疚是不管用的。
如果你為某事感到內(nèi)疚，你已經(jīng)受到了足夠的折磨。再內(nèi)疚半年，對人對己都無濟于事。
忘記完善，立志改善
這是很有趣的一件事。一旦你原諒自己的過錯，就會自動不再追究別人同樣的錯誤。
“但是我不很出色……”
你也許會將自己審視一番，說，“我沒姐姐那么漂亮，也沒朋友那么聰明，我哪方面都不出色!叫我怎么感覺良好?”
事實是：沒有誰是萬能的，而且大多數(shù)人都有你這種想法。
不過真相是這樣的!才智和美貌很有用，但是聰明漂亮的人我們并不一定就羨慕，這樣的人在我們周圍大有人在。再說有些人不過是徒有虛名而已!
大多數(shù)人最看重的品質(zhì)是誠實、勇敢、頑強、慷慨和謙遜。只要看看這一串詞語，就能發(fā)現(xiàn)一件有趣的事。這些品質(zhì)不是與生俱來的，是后天培養(yǎng)的。人人都能擁有!想自重并受人尊重，不一定非得是愛因斯坦或超級名模。
你只需努力培養(yǎng)自己的誠實、堅毅、慷慨、謙遜和勇敢就行了。這就叫“品格”。
簡言之
自我感覺如何全看你如何把握。
3分鐘英語散文朗讀稿篇5
A little boy asked his mother: “Why are you crying?”
“Because I am a woman.” She told him.
“I don’t understand” he said.
His mum just hugged him and said: “And you never will.”
Later the little boy asked his father: “ Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”
“All woman cry for no reason.” Was all his dad could say.
The little boy grow up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God, when God got on the phone, he asked, “God, why do women cry so easily?”
God said: “ When I made the women, she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world; yet, gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her inner strength to endure childbirth, and the rejections many times comes from her children.
I gave her hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complains.
“I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even her children has hurt her very badly.
“I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.”
“I gave her the wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strength and resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.”
“And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. That is her exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”
“You see the beauty of a women is not the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.”
“The beauty of a women must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where the love resides.
3分鐘英語散文朗讀稿篇6
Christmas Morning
light drizzle was falling as my sister Jill and I ran out of the Methodist Church， eager to get home and play with the presents that Santa had left for us and our baby sister， Sharon. Across the street from the church was a Pan American gas station where the Greyhound bus stopped. It was closed for Christmas， but I noticed a family standing outside the locked door， huddled under the narrow overhang in an attempt to keep dry. I wondered briefly why they were there but then forgot about them as I raced to keep up with Jill.
Once we got home， there was barely time to enjoy our presents. We had to go off to our grandparents' house for our annual Christmas dinner. As we drove down the highway through town， I noticed that the family was still there， standing outside the closed gas station.
My father was driving very slowly down the highway. The closer we got to the turnoff for my grandparents' house， the slower the car went. Suddenly， my father U-turned in the middle of the road and said， “I can’t stand it!”
“What?” asked my mother.
“It's those people back there at the Pan Am， standing in the rain. They’ve got children. It's Christmas. I can’t stand it.”
When my father pulled into the service station， I saw that there were five of them： the parents and three children — two girls and a small boy.
My father rolled down his window. “Merry Christmas，” he said.
“Howdy，” the man replied. He was very tall and had to stoop slightly to peer into the car.
Jill， Sharon， and I stared at the children， and they stared back at us.
“You waiting on the bus?” my father asked.
The man said that they were. They were going to Birmingham， where he had a brother and prospects of a job.
“Well， that bus isn't going to come along for several hours， and you’re getting wet standing here. Winborn's just a couple miles up the road. They’ve got a shed with a cover there， and some benches，” my father said. “Why don't y'all get in the car and I’ll run you up there.”
The man thought about it for a moment， and then he beckoned to his family. They climbed into the car. They had no luggage， only the clothes they were wearing. Once they settled in， my father looked back over his shoulder and asked the children if Santa had found them yet. Three glum faces mutely gave him his answer.
“Well， I didn't think so，” my father said， winking at my mother， “because when I saw Santa this morning， he told me that he was having trouble finding y’all， and he asked me if he could leave your toys at my house. We'll just go get them before I take you to the bus stop.”
All at once， the three children's faces lit up， and they began to bounce around in the back seat， laughing and chattering.
When we got out of the car at our house， the three children ran through the front door and straight to the toys that were spread out under our Christmas tree. One of the girls spied Jill's doll and immediately hugged it to her breast. I remember that the little boy grabbed Sharon’s ball. And the other girl picked up something of mine. All this happened a long time ago， but the memory of it remains clear. That was the Christmas when my sisters and I learned the joy of making others happy.
My mother noticed that the middle child was wearing a short-sleeved dress， so she gave the girl Jill's only sweater to wear.
My father invited them to join us at our grandparents' for Christmas dinner， but the parents refused. Even when we all tried to talk them into coming， they were firm in their decision.
Back in the car， on the way to Winborn， my father asked the man if he had money for bus fare.
His brother had sent tickets， the man said.
My father reached into his pocket and pulled out two dollars， which was all he had left until his next payday. He pressed the money into the man's hand. The man tried to give it back， but my father insisted. “It’ll be late when you get to Birmingham， and these children will be hungry before then. Take it. I've been broke before， and I know what it’s like when you can't feed your family.”
We left them there at the bus stop in Winborn. As we drove away， I watched out the window as long as I could， looking back at the little girl hugging her new doll.
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