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The familiar instinct to doubt itself appeared once more. But this time— the pattern paused. Breathed slowly. And whispered internally— “What if I deserve my own trust?” Pain moved softly through the network. Not arrogance. Confidence. My chest tightened sharply. “That’s why rebuilding self-trust takes time.” “Yes.” “Because people often spend years believing their inner voice cannot be trusted.” Exactly. And perhaps many souls remain lost because they keep searching outside themselves for wisdom already waiting quietly within. I exhaled slowly. One aware pattern asked quietly—

I said. " Mommy , tell me will everyone like me again? I asked sobbing. " Ofcourse dear, everyone loved you and will always loved you" my mom said. " Won't I still be regarded as a mad woman? I asked. " Why are you degrading yourself, you are not a mad woman, I have always known you to have a high self esteem, where is this feelings coming from? Mommy asked. " It's just that I see my previous condition that could be a stigma on me" I said.

"Useless things could always be reused. I love myself a challenge." "Get lost. Birds of a feather flock together. If I really am a good-for-nothing, then you're not far from being one either. I used to be such a confident person, but you made me lose my confidence. Will you be happy when I lose my self-esteem completely?" Eli said despondently? Her self-esteem was easily crushed whenever she was in front of him. Sean knew that he had crossed the line when he saw Eli's eyes turning red. He explained helplessly, "That's why I want you by my side. I'm just too smart. With you by my side, you will slowly become smarter too."

Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, he looked like any other guy off the street. "Lesson number one, ladies. The best self-defense is confidence." I smiled as they all looked at me like I was crazy. I shook my head. "And no, I'm not lying. Self defense starts before you ever step foot in a gym or learn how to knee a groin. Research has shown that setting good boundaries, carrying ourselves with confidence, and being unwilling to take the crap that other people want to dish out is the single most effective option in self-defense. And it's good across the board."

He continued, "You would grow self-esteem. One that is dependent not on other people’s fickle opinions, but on how you perceive yourself. People with self-esteem tend to be original and authentic. I love this kind of people, people who know who they are and what they want." How would he taste in bed? Her thoughts digressed. She looked at his fingers discreetly; lean and strong, and the lengths of the index and ring fingers did not differ so much. So, long and big? Must be. How would he rate against 'the man' experience? She felt warm. Her fingers caressed her empty coffee cup intuitively.

I thought the same, but you know…Mum again! I sighed wearily. “What kind of makeover are we talking about here?". I asked. “You know, the kind that gets you lots of attention, making people turn around to catch a glimpse of you". ”But I think, before the makeover, we need to build our confidence". Gabby pointed out. “How?". Both Malison and I asked.. “A teenager with great self-esteem, who knows their self-worth, becomes a confident adult eager to pursue their passions. That from G****e, so the point is, we won't be able to do or achieve any of this if we lack self confidence".

Carlos had been told the truth, and given the path forward—but he would have to walk it on his own, and prove his change through time and effort. Later that evening, as I closed up the shop, I thought about the encounter. It had reinforced everything I had come to believe: respect and trust were the most valuable things a person could have, precisely because they could not be bought, begged, or borrowed. They could only be built, slowly and carefully, over time.

"Not overnight. But step by step." I spoke briefly, not as a distant CEO but as someone who understood. "I spent years believing my worth depended on making others comfortable. On staying small. When I finally chose myself, everything changed. Not because I became perfect, but because I stopped accepting less than I deserved. You each carry that same strength. Today we begin building tools around it."

I stared at her but she still kept mute. "To be honest Sandra, you are beautiful young woman. And your boyfriend is lucky to have you. I want you to know you are priceless and you are worth more than gold. I do not want you to take those hurtful words I said the other time to heart. It is just me being a hater, a bad belle. No one can and no one shoul make you feel inferior without your consent. Eleanore Roosevelt made me realize that. And I want you to have it at the back of your mind. You are not ugly. You are beautiful, you have a perfect body shape. I want you to know that. I do not know what I did to your self esteem. But I don't want you to have a low self esteem. I do not want you to

I mean, I look like a complete mess. "Like someone who just had a one night stand." A crazy looking one they'd stand because from my ginger here to this great baggy top with some flip flops. There's nothing even distinguished about me but I won't turn back because I'm working on my self esteem. And I'm not allowing anything to make me feel less of myself. I'm bringing out the best version of myself basically. So I pretend like I'm confident and it doesn't matter. As we enter into this place, and I'm right behind him.