Self Esteem. There’s nothing like it. It’s the perfect little black dress. It always fits, no matter how bloated you are.
It’s a confidence martini. “I’ll have mine shaken, not stirred.”
It’s amazing how the right person in your life can make you blossom. It’s amazing how the wrong person can make you wither and not even realize the damage that is being done.
Here’s a question, are you blossoming or are you withering? Second part of that question, what are you going to do about it?