From what I understand the ego is the voice that says "You can do it!" when courage faluters and it is also the part of us that wants to protect ourselves, our own individual being at any cost. By its own definition it is the one, the I, selfish. I am not sure how one would expand that in any heathy way.
In the vernacular, when I first heard the word "ego" used, it was always in reference to the negative: "Oh, S/HE has a BIG ego" or "what a ego trip," etc.
When I finally ran across Freud, I realized the ego did not have to be negative. Freud's general concept was that the self, the ego, was the mediator between the compulsive greediness of the ID and the harsh discipline of the Superego. If you didn't have a mature ego, you were at the mercy of either one or the other of those forces.
[For myself, my "ego" or sense of self was crushed from an early age and my superego was in charge... which left me in bad shape for years and years. I had no strong mature confident "sense of self." I actually had to strengthen my ego boundaries in order to mature.]
So I think we have different definitions, and yours sounds like it is more aligned inherently with the negative. I don't define the ego in the negative, the ego to me is one's "sense of self" and is a neutral concept.
But what I am saying is that we do need the ego voice as cheerleader but the problem comes when people make the ego their team captain, instead of the true core so-called higher self being the leader.
If you define the ego as someone's self-confidence or self-importance rather than merely their sense of self, then of course you would have to rein it in. I don't find that definition useful, except perhaps under a black-and-white moral code where that usage seems to be predominate and the ego itself is viewed as "bad."
Sorry, I am probably misunderstanding your point. I'm pooped today and a little fuzzy...
My super-ego was overdeveloped like a straight jacket because of the strict religious training I received. (I feel that Jennifer and I have that in common.)
Yeah. Sigh. Life was guilt, and every action had to be scrutinzed. Spontaneity was beaten out.
But my husband's delight and confidence in me freed me and made me feel like I was something good even though I'm not something flawless. He seems to barely think of my flaws as flaws at all.

That's what I like to call... "love."
