Ever since I was in kindergarten, I've had incredibly low self-esteem. I spent most of my high school years asking every person I met or knew, "do you hate me?" This was quickly followed by an, "I'm sorry." I'm amazed that I even had friends given that I literally didn't know any words beyond those six. If I could curl myself up like a rollie-pollie, I would've.
Over the years, I've slowly acquired further reaching verbal skills, poise and self-love. Externally, I've been on the up and up. In the back of my mind, however, I've endured a nagging doubt about my worth. Every social interaction has been peppered with self-doubt and flagellation. In private, I analyze every part of myself. Am I a good enough writer? Does my hair look alright? How long before everyone finds out I'm a total fraud?
All that doubt goes away when I see this face:
How could I feel bad about myself when she looks at me like that? I'm raised up from the mire of self-doubt and become the funniest, most intelligent, beautiful and important human being in the world.