Show Yourself Novels & Stories

"Take it yourself." ***

“Because⁠ you belong to me now. You don’t⁠ n‍eed t‍o show everyone tha⁠t side of you.” Hi⁠s words made some⁠thing spark insi‍de me, but a⁠lso a strange thrill. I kept my gaze st‍eady in the mirror and said conf‌idently, “You keep saying this is your show. But I’m wearing this dre⁠ss.‍ W⁠hether you like it or no‌t. I k‍now how to run my own show too.” ‌

About Silvia saying, you look tired, not as an observation but as a quiet recognition of something deeper. “I think it looks like showing up,” I said. “Consistently. Not just when it’s easy. Not just when it benefits me.” “For Chloe.” “For Chloe,” I agreed. Then, after a moment, “And for myself.” She made a small note, not looking up immediately. “I’ve spent a long time showing up for the version of myself I wanted other people to see,” I added. “I’d like to try showing up for the actual one.” She nodded once. “That’s a reasonable place to start.”

Grasp the valorous act, yet still fill it with real humility. Dust off the weakness, and prove your strength as a powerful individual. Do something. Just do something more.

She pointed at the image, which was titled with the first step of my list followed by a blank page, and continued. "Okay, the first thing you recommend is to 'Know Yourself Before I Meet You,' and the one thing about me is that I know exactly who I am," she began, before hitting the clicker, causing some images to enter the blank page of the presentation. These pictures made my eyes grow wide.

"Let me show you how much I appreciate being rescued." ***

*** She followed beatrice to the show room and she picked out an outfit for her. "Mrs Peterson is right you know, you don't need steps to impress customers, you've got the baddest curves girl," beatrice squealed immediately Kimberly changed into the outfit. Kim flashed her a grateful smile and followed her out towards the stage. *** Kimberly held the stage poll, nervousness and fright washing over her. Taking in a sharp breathe, she swerved into action, twirling her slender body, following the background music. After a short while, she raised her head up, her eyes suddenly ran into a strange peer of eyes staring intently into hers.

I saw them come and go, I saw them failing in getting anyone to love them, but I sat back, I watched them, I took notes. You can't show your real self, they'll want to know what we are, you can't scare them, you'll never have a chance with them, you can't buy them from the auction house, that would get you an ass beating by Lucifer, you can't trick the king of hell.

His voice came out as a hum that soothed my ears, filling me with so much calmness as it made its way through my ear, and into every part of me. “Think of nothing but the beauty of yourself, even when you hate yourself. Force yourself to think of yourself alone, and when you have just you in mind you'll begin to realize you're not that bad after all. It gets easier, I promise, so please love, hold on, and don’t lose sight of yourself.”

I understood the obstacles ahead and the potential for rejection, yet the desire to be seen and accepted for whom I truly was burned fiercely within my heart. I took a deep breath, my gaze fixed on Trish's unwavering expression. “I know it won't be easy,” I said, my voice resolute. “But I can't keep hiding who I am. I need to find the courage to reveal my true self, even if it means facing rejection or disbelief.” Trish nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and support. “Eva, I understand your need for authenticity,” she said, her voice filled with empathy. “Just remember, regardless of what happens, I'll be here for you. You're not alone in this journey.”