“Look at me,” she says lazily while waving her hands up and down her upper body. “Who wouldn’t want this?” Grabbing her hand, I drag her back to the stool, guiding her to sit back down. “Keri, you are beautiful.” “I know,” she huffs, eventually sitting down. Tucking her hair behind her ear, I place my finger underneath her chin and raise her head until her eyes meet mine. “It’s not you. It’s me.” “Of course it’s you,” she says confidently.
there's being confident and there's being...this. like, you can acknowledge that you're an attractive person but also be humble enough to realize not everyone is going to find you attractive
