Low Self-esteem Characters Novels & Stories

He must have thought I was pathetic. "What's wrong?" he chuckled slightly. I ran my hand over my duvet, my shyness refusing to leave. "I don't know," I responded honestly. Alex let out a breath, which did nothing to ease my anxiety. He went to speak, but I jumped in first. "Sorry, I'm not as brave as you," I whispered. Alex laughed, running his hand down his face. "Don't apologize. It's okay," I nodded at his words, though I didn't quite believe them.

Lia assures me, patting my hand. “I doubt it.” I mumble indignantly. Lia either doesn’t hear me or pretends to, since she doesn’t comment on that. Not that I want her to. I don’t like showing people how insecure I am or how low my self-esteem is. Confident people, like Lia, either don’t understand it or tell me to suck it up. Even my mom thinks I’m pitiful. As if she’s not the one that made me this way. I don’t ponder over this for long, not wanting to drag myself down again. I glance at Lia briefly, only to see her smirking to herself as she concentrates on the road. But I have a feeling her smile is not connected to the traffic.

I explained. Desire demons were fairly perceptive. We had to be in order to effectively seduce our intended meals. It made us great lovers and spouses. “I didn’t even notice. Wow. What else do you know about me that I didn’t tell you?” He said, awestruck. “You prefer older movies. That’s why I did my hair like this. You know something about how to cook and you like to work out, not just to be strong, but because it makes you feel good. Something is making you deeply sad. You have low self-esteem because of the way people, especially women, treat you. You have high self-worth, though, because of how much you’re valued by your friends. How’s that?” I grinned.

But low self-esteem can lead people to settle for less; Marianne lost her mother at a young age and her father was always away on business trips, leaving her with a grandmother who did her best but couldn't provide the emotional support Marianne needed. As a result, Marianne had grown up feeling unworthy and unloved. She had sought validation in all the wrong places, including in her relationship with Greg. But now, with another baby on the way, she was determined to break free from her past and create a better future for herself and her children.

"She said, to my utter shock. "Who?"I asked her, failing to comprehend her words that had seeped into the hollows of my ears. "Dumuzi of course!"She said to me, "So Dumuzi did this? All this?"I uttered in a state of disbelief and suddenly all that had happened to me in my young life flashed before my very eyes. Suddenly, her words sought to drag my self-esteem to the bottom of it's hollows and there I found myself hurt and sad that someone could be cruel enough to do this to me. At that moment, I hauled myself from these deep feelings of sadness and thoughts of unworthiness. After all, who was Dumuzi to me? He was rich and all, he had everything he dreamed of, but he was much less of a good

I lowered my gaze, at that moment I felt low in self-esteem. -He took my chin again, directing it to his face, once again those eyes ate me alive, I bit my lower lip, but I couldn't have him in front of me for a moment because immediately things came up in me-you are pretty, you don't need to compare yourself with those stupid women either, I bet you that most of them are whores, I tell you because I know how that world is, it's just to imagine that they occupy it, so please take that face off. Now yes, show me that strong character that you showed me a moment ago, he winked his eye giving me confidence. -I smiled, but I admit that his words reassured me a little. Come on, Beth, you can hand

The fact that she has low self esteem and is close to depression to begin with affects her behavior as well. The reason I have written this is because I wanted to write something horrible, wrong and disgusting. I would be very happy if you give me constructive critique and positive feedback. I consider a comment like ‘This is disgusting!’ to be positive feedback on this story, since that is the feeling I am after.

To make it more pathetic, he became obsessed with this manipulative, selfish girl, but even so, I was probably the only person in this world who could truly understand him and he'd come to depend on me whether it's on purpose or not. Shit, why is everyone's story so messed up? I haven't found any important characters with a normal past in this damn novel. Even the heroine was almost sold as a slave when she was a kid before they discovered her divine power and sold her to the temple instead. I clenched my fingers and turned towards Isadore with bitter eyes. Today, he tried to depend on me. I felt a little bad for being so worthless. I couldn't comfort him well, but it's always been like this

For their own good. And if the little girl crumbles under it all, turns to food because it makes her feel good when everyone makes her feel like an outcast, well, she should work on her self-esteem. That’s what caused the problem in the first place. Low self-esteem. I can still hear Brenda’s voice, years later, when I skipped the brisket at a full moon cookout and piled my plate with the salad that never gets finished, not at any pack gathering I can remember. “Good choice, Flora. See? You just need to start taking some pride in yourself. That’s all.”

I looked over at Aiden who was squatting so he was eye level to me. "But I'm damaged. I have crap self esteem, depression, anxiety, im an introvert..." "That doesn't matter to me. You're smart, funny, beautiful, kind hearted, genuine, creative and so many other wonderful things that I'm drawn to you like a magnet. That hurt part of you is only a fraction of who you are Letty. Seeing you like this makes me hurt because I just wish I could take all the pain away from you but I know I can't." He looked like he was going to cry. Great why did I always fuck stuff up? He shook his head. "You haven't fucked anything up. Stop beating yourself up." I shrugged.