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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."

And for the first time, she went public with such audacity as if she was tired of some folks who were injuring their life because of their rigidity of minds, never allowing contrary opinions settle in their soul. “Second” she raised her voice on purpose. Her stage fright had long disappeared and every time she spoke her listeners felt a quiver of excitement run through them. “The way you carry yourself matters too, Miss. Walk like a queen because you are. Boost your self-esteem. Don’t give people the impression that you are lonely. Be bold. Walk majestically. And let’s see what your confidence will do for you.

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!”

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.

I smiled hearing my fiancee speak confidently in an interview held days ago. "Wow, it's serious, especially in today's time, Doc, a lot of young people really have skin problems and that becomes a factor for them to be insecure. Of course, we know that it's really a big impact on self-building. esteem of a person. So Doc, I have a question, have you, have you ever felt insecure because of your skin? " I stopped sipping my coffee when I heard that. I focused full attention on the screen.

,he said sternly ,there was quick silence. "You are too gentle and easy that why they take you for granted.You should stand up confidently and fight for yourself,for your dreams in every concept of your life.Show them, you're not the trash they could walk on and all this start with inner courage, self-esteem, believe in oneself and strength. They won't be peace, happiness and self-respect, when you allow people to walk on you .Do you get that now" he scolded loudly. "Yes Sir and Thank you " she replied meekly.

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.

Ha, like I would even go to a party if my life depended on it. Should I take his apple laptop? Nah, not good enough, I know it would affect him but what the heck would I do with it that I can't do on my phone?. I need something which would affect him and benefit me at the same time. Don't look at me like that, I'm not selfish, he deserves it and it's selfLove tho. Munching on my favourite biscuit, an idea struck, *food* yeah food!. I jumped of my bed and did a booty shake. I can see your face now, told u am crazy.

I indicated at the seat next to her and she nodded. “Sure, why not.” I ordered a drink and we sat and talked a while. I just kept it light, as if meeting for the first time, which, in a way it was. This was Eve, but not the shy, introverted loner I had known. This woman was strong, and confident, she knew how to use her looks for her own advantage and she didn’t take shit. I loved it! I commented on how impressive it was that she had built up a new life in just 4 years, become a best selling author and that she was so confident, imagining that such an ordeal would damage a person’s self-esteem. She smiled warmly and threw her head back as she laughed.

That's enough. I close it and put it on the shelf next to the others. Four volumes of becoming. Of breaking and rebuilding. This life—the one I'm building with Adrian and Ava and everyone who's chosen to be part of it—this doesn't need documentation. It just needs living. And I'm finally learning how.