When I Lost My Husband, I Lost My Self-Esteem
He died, and the way he saw me died, too. And I was left only with my reflection, only with my own unforgiving camera angles. Only with myself.
He died, and the way he saw me died, too. And I was left only with my reflection, only with my own unforgiving camera angles. Only with myself.
The subconscious logic sounded something like this: I was strong because they—that ubiquitous they—thought I was.