I'm reading a great book right now called "Uncommon Woman," by Susie Larson. She explains how to accept acceptance.
"Accepting acceptance means having the courage to face your foibles without it diminishing your value. Accepting acceptance means refusing to let others define you, because God already has...We understand who we are by knowing whose we are."
I don't know about you, but looking my foibles makes me feel more insecure. What others think matters entirely too much. What does it take to know in every cell of your being that you are loved, called, accepted, chosen, cherished, and forgiven? What would your life look like if you could be in constant awareness of this truth?
Mine would include a lot less worrying. I would beat myself up much less. I'd just flush guilt and fear right down the toilet. I'd probably dance more.