I believe that there are different levels of love for lack of a different term. I do believe that I am capable of loving others without loving myself, but to find true, unconditional love for another, I need to love myself. Without doing so, I am always holding back something from them and not allowing myself to be unconditionally loved by them.
We can respond to irritation with a smile instead of scowl, or by giving warm praise instead of icy indifference. By our being understanding instead of abrupt, others, in turn, may decide to hold on a little longer rather than to give way. Love, patience, and meekness can be just as contagious as rudeness and crudeness.