Show Yourself Novels & Stories

“Be grateful for yourself. You can say yourself.” I shake my head. “But I’m not.” He groans, exasperated. “You should be. And you’re gonna learn to be. Now say you’re fucking grateful to be yourself.” I stare at him, half-expecting him to laugh, but he doesn’t. He’s dead serious. Shit. “Fine,” I mutter. “I’m grateful to be myself.” He nods approvingly. “Notice something?” I frown. “What?” “You didn’t zone out,” he says simply. “That’s one thing you can do, even by yourself. But there are other ways, too. I’ll teach you.”

"You are very special, so you should try to love yourself!" ***

I slumped onto the bathroom floor, burying my head between my legs as I sobbed uncontrollably. “You… you have to be strong Martina. Do it for them.” I stuttered between sobs. I muttered the words repeatedly until I found the courage to push myself off the floor. I got into the shower and took a warm bath. The water calmed my nerves and I pulled myself together as I got ready. I packed my hair up in a high ponytail and applied a bit of makeup. If my plan is going to work, I need to appear strong. I can’t allow Alexandra see me weak.

There is only you deciding how to show these people that you're not one they can have you're not captive. “You're the ruler and hopefully when you're able to sculpt yourself in a way that you've never been able to.” You will begin to see yourself in a better light. “A far more admirable light and your parents will be proud of you.” Irish says to me, and I nod my head

You are left to rule everything and you step up. You are who you are. You didn’t hide. You decide to embrace your darkness.

“No. This is how men behave when they believe status excuses accountability.” She leaned back. “Let me tell you something. A man who truly values you will never make you question whether wanting him means losing yourself.” That line stayed with me. “So what do I do?” I asked quietly. Andrea smiled—soft, but decisive. “First? We remind you who you are.” She stood abruptly. “Come on.” I blinked. “Where?” “Shopping,” she said. “You need to see yourself the way you choose to—not the way he’s trained you to shrink.”

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.) With a new pep in her step, Lisa sauntered over next to the projection, again shaking her round a*s at me. 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," Lisa began, before hitting the clicker, causing some images to enter the blank page of the presentation.

I took one last glance at myself before taking a deep breath. “Showtime.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

“I don't know him, but I want to know him more, Naya. Help me.” I am confused again by the words 'help me'. “Help you? How can I help you knowing himself? You gotta do it yourself. You have to go to him, spend your time with someone so you can experience who they are as a person,” I tell her. “I can't be there.”