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Some people were going to think that I was doing so much and that was understandable by them but I knew what I wanted to achieve and until I got my desired preference I wasn't going to relax or rest. Anybody who wanted to leave because of what they believed about me had the opportunity to move because I was not going to sit here and expect anybody to listen to me unless I have given them the boldness and the reason to. One thing I was also going to work on was even self- esteem and making sure that I got things in other widths or without my husband. People gathered in such a short time. Making me think that maybe sometimes leadership wasn't about how many people you could gather instead how

It was ordinary. Cheap. No lock. No decoration. I opened it. The first page contained a list. I read. Things I need to learn. My eyebrows rose. I turned the page. Speak without apologizing. Walk with my head up. Look people in the eye. Stop shaking every time someone calls my name. Learn to believe in myself. I stared at the page. That wasn't what I expected. I kept reading. I can be respectful without making myself smaller. Another page. Confidence doesn't mean everyone likes me.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

"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."

Coming forward to me, Maureen gently pulled me around to face her by placing her hands on my shoulder and turning me around. "Ava, you are looking absolutely stunning right now, but even before we began our transformational act on you, you were already very stunning when we first saw you. Listen to me, your worth is not in how you seem; rather, it is in the way that you are here. I hope you are aware of this?" She continued by pointing to the location where my heart was located and saying, "Your worth is in what and how you think about yourself. You alone are the only person who can truly assess your worth. One more thing, my dear, you are the author of your own story, and you are the queen

She claimed that victory and rejoiced in it one day at a time. Battling low self-esteem was a huge mountain as well. Never knowing her own worth until Sean taught her to love herself meant years of sadness and self-loathing. That hurdle was ferocious and still crept up on her sometimes, but she remembered that God created her and she was worthy and she kept going. “What are you deep in thought about, Jaimee?” Jack said, handing her a thermos of coffee to warm up with. “Life, climbing mountains, my family. They are my world and yet here I am thousands of miles away. What am I doing?”

I am afraid of myself, but I have no self-esteem left at all, none; every bit has been ripped away from me. Sure, I will see a cute guy and hope. When they try, I never feel safe; it is like it will take something big to make me feel secure with a guy again. While I kept trying to find who I was, every time I see a bit of self-esteem, his face is there in my mind, ready to steal it away, just like tonight.

She meticulously crafted each chapter, weaving together practical advice, personal anecdotes, and thought-provoking exercises. The book, titled "Leading with Authenticity: Unleashing the Power of Genuine Leadership," became a bestseller shortly after its release. Leaders from all walks of life resonated with Luna's message and the principles she espoused. The book became a guidebook for those who sought to lead with authenticity and make a meaningful impact in their organizations and communities.

"The important part isn't what happened to me—it's what I did after. What any of us can do after." I lean forward slightly, making eye contact with people throughout the room. "We can choose to rebuild. We can choose ourselves. We can demand to be seen and heard and valued. And if the people in our lives can't give us that, we can choose to leave." The room stays silent, hanging on every word. "But here's what the book doesn't fully explore," I continued, feeling my way through this. "Sometimes people grow. Sometimes they're willing to change. Sometimes choosing yourself means staying and fighting for the relationship no matter all odds."

Anya sat at the back of the room and listened. She thought about the self that survived. Her own version of it. The self that had been present before the glass pane, before the management of impression, before the building-from-protection rather than building-from-love. The self that had always known what it was trying to build and had sometimes been the last to trust that the knowing was enough. The self that had written the book. That self had always been there. It had needed twenty-one years of root work to be fully available. But it had always been there.