Sorry, but I'm going to have to disagree here. When I love, it's quite deeply and whole-hearted, no matter what type of love it is. That hasn't changed despite a verbally abusive drunk father, suicide attempts, self-harm or an abusive controlling relationship. But I don't really love myself. "Self-tolerance" is an appropriate label. I love lots of things, and even a few people, but not loving myself doesn't diminish my love for others in any way.I believe that I have to love myself first so that I could love anyone else. Because if someone can hurt himself, he probably can hurt anyone else.
Hurting one's self can be a way not to hurt others. I remember a particular situation that happened about 8 years ago. I was mad at myself as well as a couple other people. My response was to carve the words "I hate you!" into my leg and add the initials of those involved. That was my way of getting back at everyone. Speaking from personal experience, after the last terrible situation I was in, the thought of me hurting or putting someone I love through the hell that I went through, upsets me. If I think I'm even close to doing what was done to me, I break down and cry. There's not a mean bone in this body.