I most often project a very confident, sometimes bratty version of myself. Most people donβt see how fast the facade disappears. How flimsy it truly is. If you look me straight in the eyes and say βis that so?β I will immediately start squirming and doubling down on whatever asinine point I made, nervous that youβll press me further but wishing you would. Then if you ask me why Iβm fidgeting so much or why I canβt look you in the eye β¦ itβs all over. Tell me to continue what I was talking about when you know my head has gone completely blank. You watch me look down at my hands in embarrassment, my cheeks growing hot and little tears welling in my eyes. You coo softly and reach out to lift up my chin, looking deep into my eyes. βThereβs my good girl.β
