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?