One of the many things yoga is about is remembering our innate wholeness, even or especially, amid what we perceive as our brokenness.
After I feel into that natural permission to love myself, I continue my meditation, focusing on others.
I visualize each member of my household one by one — wife and two sons — and remind myself that s/he is whole. S/he is enough. I visualize hugging each, loving each.
And it’s possible, even likely, I’ll feel frustrated with my sons again soon. I might even lose my cool. I’ll feel bad about it. I’ll feel like a fraud as a yogi.
And that’s why yoga is a practice. The wholeness is innate; remembering and making that higher Self the go-to self takes constant work.