You are You. You are the voice you hear when you are alone. You are the things you do when you think no one is watching. You are They who has not yet taken form. You grow. You change. You twist and bend. With each experience and each hurt, you become closer to You.
Be confused. Be lost. Be everything and nothing. Everything you ever were... Everything you wish to be... Every mask you've ever worn... Every idle thought you've ever had... That is You. For better or for worse. Flawed and fantastic.
Love for oneself is acceptance of oneself. More accurately, it's acceptance of who you were and faith in who you will be. For you are never the same person for very long.