Childhood sexual abuse does something to you, it takes away your ability to trust, and causes unbelievable self esteem issues. Who am I kidding, I have no self esteem. It’s always been that way, at least as long as I can remember.
I can probably count on just both hands the number of times I’ve looked in the mirror and actually believed that I looked good that day. It just doesn’t happen, mainly because I don’t let it happen. Someone can stand right beside me and tell me I look nice, or they’re glad I came along on some outing, and I take the compliment graciously but inside, my mind is working on downplaying the kind words.