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But I am prepping myself up for a huge surprise once the baby bump starts showing. I am going to flaunt that baby bump for everyone to see, I don't have the balls yet, but I actually hope I grow some wings before then. OD Eleven the blog writer of Sweet sensation has started a pep talk on self esteem and confidence. Maintaining eye contact, that is the first thing I have to put to practice. I looked straight into Justin's eyes, it was hard, I felt the urge to look away but I maintained eye contact. "You zoned out, what were you thinking about?" Justin asked, stepping into my room fully.

My speech was better than I had thought it would be, I sang a song of praise to the Lord and It even made people cry. I was brand new and healed; transformed and sharpened. The world was waiting to me to do exploits and greats things with it and my new life came with a lot of lessons that I had to learn and so many attributes to imbibe. The first thing I needed to learn was the fact that, nothing absolutely was wrong with me physically and I was perfect, just the way I was. I mean, if I could master that simply fact, then I could deal with insecurities and low self esteem because insecurities in itself are a perverse form of pride. You know you look good and you're doing just great but the d

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

she exclaimed. "Good, you're not that pathetic," I replied. We both stood there in silence for a long moment before bursting into laughter. "You're insane," she said, laughing. "Of course," I replied, laughing with her. "Now, I'm not very good at this, but I know that acquiring my self-esteem required effort. I won't let anyone look down on me, and I have to fight for myself as I move forward. It didn't happen overnight, so the first step is accepting that you're ready to quit your pathetic life as a follower and underling."

BRIELLE'S POV "If you weren't working hard, no one would want to hire you to work for them. You really need to start trusting in yourself more," he said. My jaw dropped. I know that I have low self-esteem, and I'm starting to work on it, but this .......all that he did for me, you made my heart feel warm, and it made me look stupid at the same time. How can I hate someone who has done so much for me? I remembered all of the things Eva said about him and that I had not stopped her from saying them.

Then he sighed. Leaning forward, he rested his arms on the table. He gave her his most serious gaze, and his voice did that sexy rumble when he spoke. “Honestly, I think most books like that are silly and a bit cringe, Liv. I feel that way about a lot of self help books,”

I asked, wiping a tear from my eye. Matt sighed. “You sound like you have really low self esteem, Rose,” he explained. “Look, I get it. I used to be that way, too. And when you have low self esteem, it can feel like everyone is judging you; but people are thinking about themselves. I’ll bet that most people aren’t paying any attention or judging you, and if they are, then who cares? That just shows that they’re the ones with problems. Not you.” Matt’s words left me reeling. Was it true—that people really weren’t judging me as much as I thought?

] Sadie nodded, her smile wide as she waved goodbye to her top fan and signed off. Tonight, she had earned a ton. Sadie boasted, "I'm not like some people who still need their parents to send them money for college. "I'm gorgeous and hardworking!" I just had to ask. "Do you actually think you're that pretty?" Sadie let out a cold laugh and said with a sneer. "Are you suggesting that a twig like you is the definition of beauty? You're not even a real woman." She patted her chest. "See, I don't even have to try to show off my great figure.

I stayed for two hours, talking to everyone who wanted to talk. On the drive home, Benjamin said, "You were incredible up there." "I was just honest." "Honesty is powerful." The book took six months to write. It was painful, reliving everything with Richard. But it was also healing. "Chapter by chapter, word by word, I am letting go," I told my therapist. "That is the point of telling your story. It loses power over you." The book was titled "Phoenix Rising: Reclaiming Identity After Betrayal."

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