#if i go 5 mins without drawing him i get withdrawals

[aven-of-spades]

i saw someone post this saying to draw you irl / your online persona but ofc my brain went to aventurine .♠🦚

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 2: Part Twenty One

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

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After trailing a few quiet kisses along Johnny’s cheekbones, you cheerfully wished him good night. After you locked yourself safely behind the door that evening, your heart soared. He was kind, considerate, and not at all willing to push unwarranted affection on you...

Even though it probably wasn’t as unwaranted as you would admit. 

You were sick of complication. You had kissed Wonho, Yoongi, and Mark at this point, and only one of them was actually left in the running. The mere thought of it riddled your mind with guilt. You didn’t want anyone’s heart to break unnecessarily, including your own, so keeping the men that circulated you at arms length seemed to be the right coarse of action. 

After your honesty hour with Yoongi, you realized it was okay to be distant sometimes. It was okay to embrace your feeling in the moment, no matter how confused you were. You were confused when you had kissed Wonho, but you had wanted it. You wanted his lips against yours so desperately, but as soon as he pulled away, instant regret sailed through your conscience. How would that act of intimacy effect him if he wasn’t in the finale? How would it effect you? But most importantly, how would it effect the men who you were also dating and had to watch your kiss with Wonho on the small screen? 

It was okay to be confused with what happened. It was okay to muddy the lines between love, lust, and adoration. You were figuring things out and that meant along the way, it was also okay that you hadn’t kissed Johnny. He knew you cherished him. A kiss didn’t have to tell him that. The fact that he chose not to press his mouth against yours spoke volumes to you.

More so than any kiss could. 

You hadn’t given Wonho that chance, allowing for your attraction to cloud your mind, but you wish you would have. 

Either way, you were in heaps of trouble with both boys...because at this point, you could easily see yourself falling in love with either. And you hand’t even complicated things with Yongguk yet. 

You grabbed the bouquet of flowers you had abandoned on the entryway table and scooted down the hall. You didn’t have much time to freshen up, due to scheduling constraints causing your next date to begin directly after the one you had with Johnny. You supposed that was what happened when a fourth man was thrown in to cause a dramatic twist of events. 

Grumbling to yourself, you knew you had dismissed Jay before he had even appeared. Admittedly, it wasn’t the most levelheaded way to go about serial dating,but you had to draw the line somewhere. After watching the first season, you were certain that Jay considered his appearance in the second round of dates to be beneficial to his competition standing. He had gone through the motions before, learned the My Idol system, and had even almost won. 

The only hitch to his plan would be that he hadn’t learned you. 

You were the unknown in the equation.

You weren’t sure why he had been brought back. Whether to ruin your season out of spite or because he truly did want a second chance at love seemed to consume you. How were you supposed to have fun with someone who was either out to destroy your experience or had so passionately loved someone else in your position? It was an awkward situation you were not looking forward to facing.

But there was already a fifty percent chance that said awkward situation was already standing on your doorstep. 

You were busy filling the vase in your kitchen when a loud knock echoed across your apartment. Heaving a sigh, you slid the flowers into the glass decanter and fluffed them out a bit. 

The knocking continued a bit more fervently as you adjusted the bouquet on your counter and slid down the hallway. Opening the door, you heaved a deep sigh before shaking your head. 

“Don’t you have an actual home? Like one you pay to live in?” you grumbled, scooting to the side as Yoongi shouldered his way through the entryway. 

“Yes, but I can get free food here,” he grinned, hardly pausing as he popped off his shoes and continued down the hallway. 

“No, the food is not free,” you croaked. “I pay for the food, Yoongi.” 

“Which means, I do not,” he continued, glancing over his shoulder. “Meaning it is free...to me.” 

“You know, I have a date showing up at any minute,” you grumbled, crossing your arms. 

“Am I going to get a speech about how I shouldn’t be here?” he asked, lifting his brows. “Because I haven’t gotten one in a few days and frankly, I’m having withdrawals.” 

“You’re going to become more familiar with my closet than I am if you keep showing up on filming days,” you muttered. 

“Maybe I can organize it for you,” he chuckled. “Instead of just sitting on the giant mound of clothes you have thrown in the middle.” 

“Those are clean clothes,” you pouted. “Or at least they were before you wallowed in them.” 

“Because I’m obviously a contamination risk to your pile of jeans,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes. “If anything, you shouldn’t wash them. You should treasure them. For MIn Yoongi has bestowed his valuable touch onto them.” 

“Alright Midas,” you sighed, shaking your head. “If you think you’re doing me such a favor, why don’t you go ahead and assume your hiding spot. Like I said, my date is going to start-”

“Look, I’m here for you,” he nodded. “Being a friend, support and stuff, and maybe if you wanted to kiss a little bit-” 

Just as the words began to leave his mouth, a buzz signaled at the talk box near your door. You furrowed your brows as you glanced to it. Normally it would only signal food delivery or unknown guests. By now, the My Idol crew had learned to navigate around it and simply punched in a code to get into your building. You looked over to Yoongi, who simply shrugged. Cautiously, you pressed the button, and leaned forward to speak. 

“Uh, yeah?” 

“Can you let me in?” a muffled voice asked. 

You shot another look at Yoongi who had paused on his journey to the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry, but who is this?” you countered. 

“Your date,” the voice chuckled. Your face contorted as you stared at the box. The tone was relatively deep, but was it really deep enough to be Yongguk? You titled your head to the side as you pondered. 

“How do I know you aren’t some psychopath, My Idol super fan shown up to kill me?” you asked, warranting an encouraging nod from Yoongi. Without moving a muscle, he had somehow managed to find a bag of chips and had begun shoving them into his mouth. 

“Look, Sweaty and Armpit ain’t getting out of the vehicle and refused to give me the code,” the man sighed. 

Definitely not Yongguk. 

“We have a pretty rocky history and I would really just appreciate it if you-” 

“I’m on my way down,” you muttered, shaking your head. 

He didn’t need to know your code. 

After instructing Yoongi not to eat the entirety of your pantry and to keep the television volume relatively low while he watched dramas, you scootered toward the elevator. Heaving a sigh, you slammed at the button that would bring you to the lobby and waited in anticipation for the doors to creak open. 

Glancing past the service desk and to the glass doors that served as an entrance to the building, you saw Jay Park. 

A very perturbed, wet Jay Park. 

“Oh no,” you hissed, pushing off on your scooter with immense speed. Jay ran his tongue over his teeth, his jaw beginning to tighten as you approached. 

“I’m so so sorry,” you whispered, yanking open the door as he stepped inside. “I didn’t know it was raining and you didn’t say anything so-”

“I hadn’t gotten that part out yet,” he muttered, shaking his hair as if he were a wet dog. “I was too busy getting past the part where I didn’t have the damn code...

...oh and that I wasn’t a psychopath determined to kill you.” 

He lowered his gaze as he surveyed you, keeping his face cocked to the side as he continued to shake off various damp body parts. 

“Damn mommy, I didn’t know someone could make a scooter look so hot,” he grinned, his eyes wicked. 

You tried not to melt in your spot and succumb to the preprepared lines you were sure he had crafted on the drive over. You had had multiple discussions with yourself after the first voting special. You would not let your sensitivities grow weak in his hands. 

You opened your mouth, only to close it again. Unsure of how to respond to his advances, you chose to ignore them completely. 

“So, I hope the weather doesn’t ruin our plans?” you asked, adjusting your focus from him and to the rain pouring outside. 

“Only if you’re made of sugar,” he grinned. “Which if you told me you were-”

“Why don’t we get going then,” you nodded. “Wouldn’t want to keep...what did you call them earlier?” 

“Sweaty and Armpit,” Jay grinned. “But of course I’d never say it to them. Too scared they would eat me.” 

“Mmm,” you hummed, looking him over. “I don’t think you’d be very appetizing.” 

Jay’s eyes grew wide as you scooted past. You attempted to keep a grin from finding it’s way onto your face, but had difficulty with the battle. 

“Damn,” Jay clucked, trailing behind you. “Little savage ass.” 

The wind and rain gently rocked the My Idol SUV as you sped down the streets of Seoul. Glancing out the window, you attempted to keep your focus on the scenery whizzing by, but kept finding your eyes lingering toward your date for the evening. It was difficult not to look at him, considering a) he constantly had his eyes bored into you, and b) he was an otherworldly handsome. You didn’t want to admit it, but it was almost as if he glowed in person. He was so eerily good looking that you felt it was a disservice to yourself and the audience of My Idol not to look at him. 

“Like what you see?” he whispered after a moment, his eyes finally catching yours surveying him. You immediately looked away and attempted to swallow. 

It wouldn’t have been so difficult if your mouth wasn’t so dry. 

“It’s okay,” you hummed, shooting him with a bored expression. 

He smirked to himself as he nodded. “I’ll take it.” 

“Can I ask where we’re going?” you asked, looking toward him again. You felt as if with every glance you stole, you would have to pay for it in some way. Whether it was a cocky expression or a slick comment, your attention wouldn’t go unnoticed.  

“Sure,” he nodded, keeping his face serene as he waited. 

“Okay...” you trailed. “Where...where are we going then?” 

“You’ll see,” he grinned, choosing to focus his attention on something outside of the window. 

“But...but you said -” you began, furrowing your brows. 

“I said you could ask,” he nodded. “Never said I would answer.”

The camera man you had assigned the nickname of Sweaty rolled his eyes while Armpit snorted. 

Okay, so maybe giving in to Jay’s nicknames wasn’t exactly the kindest thing to do. 

But damn, were they accurate. 

“Trying to be mysterious?” you asked. “Better be a good reveal then.” 

Jay’s cheeks turned pink as he looked back to you and nodded silently. Taken off guard for a moment, you watched him, unsure how to take in the small differences of the Jay you were meeting and the Jay you had seen on Season One. While he still had an unlimited amount of lines, he was much calmer than you anticipated, a bit more reserved. 

Careful, even. 

“It’s not THAT extravagant,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact. 

“THE Jay Park didn’t plan something extravagant?” you chuckled. “I refuse to believe it.” 

“Believe it or not,” he sighed, glaring at you for a moment. “I don’t have to be flashy to impress a girl.”

“Could have fooled me,” you hummed. “I watched last season, I-”

“Don’t get it twisted,” he hurried, shaking his head. “The Jay Park you saw after editing is not and will never be the Jay Park you are with today, got it?” 

“Right,” you nodded, surprised by his defensiveness. “Right, I get it.” 

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not this asshole everybody makes me out to be,” he muttered. He looked moodily from you and back to the window. 

Armpit snorted again, causing Jay’s ears to turn a dark shade of red. 

“I’m a chill dude,” he said quietly. “And I would appreciate it if you could at least give me a chance before condemning me.” 

You felt your neck grow hot with embaressment as you avoided his eye contact. He knew exactly what you had been thinking as soon as you had stepped foot in that lobby. Before you had entered the lobby even. He knew he was at a disadvantage and was realizing that you weren’t necessarily going to be the easiest to convince. 

“Sorry,” you said quietly, finally chancing a look at him. 

“Don’t be sorry, sweetness,” he sighed. “Just give me a shot.” 

[virgowritings]

Late Nights

Jin: The red block letters glare at you; the blankets feel like they are suffocating you. You keep reminding yourself that it is two in the morning and you have to sleep, but the more you think about sleep the more you don’t want to sleep. You look to your side with envy and see Jin sleeping without a care in the world. In a sigh of defeat, you get up as silently as you can and make your way to the kitchen. You don’t try to turn on any lights, but rather you head towards the fridge and pull out the pitcher of cold water. Too lazy to grab a cup, you decide to drink straight from it; Jin doesn’t need to know.

“You know I hate it when you do that” a voice behind you snaps the pitcher away from you, and a fit of coughs take over you. He rushes towards you to gently pat your back until your breathing becomes steady agains.

“Sorry.” Your voice is hoarse from choking on the water.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asks with concern, and you could only nod.

“Yea, I am going to stay up for a bit and then try and sleep again. But you should go back to bed, you need the rest.”

Instead, Jin grabs the water pitcher from your hands and puts it back into the fridge. He pulls out the milk and goes and grabs two mugs.

“Warm milk is better for sleep. Let’s talk about what is keeping you up and then we can go to bed.”

Jin holds your hand for the rest of the night. He draws comforting circles with his thumb and interlaces his fingers with yours to say, I am not going anywhere.

Yoongi: Nights with yoongi were silent but comfortable. It was your favorite time of the day because you could have yoongi all to yourself. You loved being in each other’s presence and the best part was that you guys didn’t have to say or do anything.

You and him are watching some rerun of this variety show but you guys are only enjoying the white noise of it instead. Your legs are on top of his lap and his cold hands run absently up and down from your knee to your ankle.

The program ends and instinctively you and Yoongi look at each other. A small smile forms on your face as he gently plants a kiss on your knee.

You move your legs from his lap so that each one is on his side. Straddling him, you give lazy kisses to his lips to which he greedily accepts. His hands move down to hold onto your thighs, and just right when he felt a pace being made, he feels you pull away. He slightly groans in disappointment, but you reply with a soft laugh.

“Are you tired?” He asks, but you shake your head.

“No, not really. You must be though.”

“I guess so, do you want to go to bed?” 

“No, let’s stay like this for a little while”.

A little while does not last long at all, because yoongi squeezes your sides and you are squirming away from him and you are giggling, “It is too late for this!” you try to push yourself away from him but yoongi grips onto you and anchoring you back on him.

“okay, okay, I promise I won’t do it again.” he pecks your nose to seal the promise. However, min yoongi would not be min yoongi if he didn’t squeeze your sides again.

You push yourself off of him so you are standing up. Mustering your best “I am mad at you, don’t touch me” face, you scowl and point an accusing finger at him. “You can sleep on the couch tonight!”

Hoseok “One more drink!” you hold up one finger, and pressing it against your warm face.

“I really think you had enough though.” his hands try to pull the can away from you, but you shake your head stubbornly.

“One more! Please?” Hoseok sighs in frustration; how can he say no to the cute red glow in your cheeks?

“Fine!” he surrenders, and he watches you take another swig from your drink. The room felt much warmer than necessary, but you really didn’t care. Late nights were meant for time to feel endless and for you to be careless, especially with your best friend.

“You are so going to hate me for allowing you to drink this much.” He says more to himself, but you still hear him.

“I could never hate you" your voice is gentle, but it feels like a drop kick in his gut. 

You flop your body into the floor of the living room and hoseok copies you. With no intention of getting back up, you roll over to your side and put your head in the space between his head and shoulder. He stiffens the slightest bit at your hot breath against his neck, but none the less he pulls you closer to him. The sober you knows that you are playing a dangerous game, treading a dangerous line between friends and more, but drunk you doesn’t give a fuck.

“Let me tell you a secret.” you whisper and lift your head so you could look each other with glazed eyes. “I think I am in love with you… And that scares me.”

He stares at you, looking for the right answer. The logical side of his brain is screaming for him to get a grip, but the buzzed feeling takes control. Without thinking, Hoseok moves his head forward to capture your lips with his.

He loved you. No, he loves you. But did you guys love each other enough to be brave and put a title on it? Only the moon and stars hidden behind the clouds tonight would know.

Namjoon: You are both on your computer; with you writing your research paper and him thinking of lyrics to his new beat. It was honestly both of your faults that you guys were up this late. It is only natural that you would put off an assignment that is worth 25% your grade for the semester until the very last minute, and for him to compose three songs with lyrics by tomorrow.

You took a sip of your now cold coffee, eyes straining against the electronic screen. Letting out a groan, you look away and turn to look at your boyfriend who is hard at work.

Namjoon’s fingers lightly tap against the wooden kitchen table as he mumbles lyrics to himself. You continue to stare at him until you unexpectedly grab at his hand to wrap your fingers around his.

He jumps out of his own world and withdrawals the bulky headphones from his ears. You are greeted with a tired, but genuine pair of dimples, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“How much more for you?” He puts both of his hands over yours, indicating that you have his undivided attention.

“Too much, but I’m sure I’ll finish when I’m done with this cup of coffee. How about you?” You grumble.  

“Just a little,” he brings your hand to his lips as  encouragement, “let’s go to bed soon, okay?”

“Okay.”

However, you end up falling asleep at the kitchen table. Your papers were scattered around you and your laptop had an incomplete conclusion where you stopped writing mid-sentence. Namjoon sighs at the sight and pulls your laptop in front of him. Gathering from what you have so far, Namjoon neatly finishes what you wrote and ties up the loose ends of your restating of the thesis. He closes your laptop before gently shaking you awake so you can sleep properly in the warmth of the bed and his arms.

Jimin: He missed you, terribly. He knew long distances were hard, but knowing that didn’t make it any easier. During the day, he would be fine, busying himself with activities and friends, but at night is the worst when he had nothing but his thoughts. He hugged the pillow closer to his chest and tried to ignore the empty side of his bed. You felt so far away, and all Jimin wants to do is to reach his hand over and feel your presence. 

He picks his phone up and checks the time; you are probably at work right now so he couldn’t call you. With a pout, he sets his phone back down and closes his eyes in an attempt to get some sleep into his schedule.

However, as if some other force had heard his lonely thoughts, his phone’s ringtone breaks the suffocating silence.

“Hello?” Jimin immediately picks up and hears your soft giggle across the line.

“Hi Jimin.” you say softly, knowing that it is late where he is.

“What are you doing? I thought you are working.” He smiles to himself and flips his body over so his stomach is now lying on the pillow he was hugging before; he is the spitting image of a teenage girl who is talking to her boyfriend on the phone (with the eye hearts and all).

“I am, but I am hiding in the closet right now because I need a break.” you sit down on one of the cardboard boxes, “and because I miss you”.

Jimin’s heart slightly breaks at the thought of you in the cramped, dark space just to call him. “I’ll be home soon.” he reassures you and himself.

“I know.” a comfortable silence falls as the two of you say nothing else and just bask in each other’s company even though there is an ocean between you.

“Well, you should sleep now and I should go back to work.” you say, even though you really didn’t want to.

Jimin sighs in disappointment, but he knows that you are right. “Okay, I love you.”

“I love you, sweet dreams.”

You hang up first, and Jimin sets his phone back down and closes his eyes for the last time to sleep. The lonely feeling doesn’t go away; he still feels the empty space on the bed, but this time, you feel closer. Jimin goes to bed with a smile on his face.

Taehyung: You felt drunk, but not because of alcohol. Okay, maybe it was a little because of it, but there was this other feeling that you couldn’t describe; you just knew that no mixed drink could get you as excited as you are right now. Maybe it’s because of that smile that is dangerously contagious, or the glint in his eyes that tells you to follow him even though it may not be the smartest idea, or even the way his hands fit perfectly with yours.

“Hurry up!” He slightly slurs his words and bumping into your side unintentionally as his fingers are laced between yours. You try your best to keep up with him, but your legs are wobbly from either the third beer or the mischievous boy in front of you: or both.

It was four in the morning, but the two of you didn’t care. All you and Taehyung wanted to do was to have fun. Usually you two would just run away from whatever reality brought you, but tonight, Taehyung had a destination in mind though. 

It took either 2 hours or 5 minutes to get there, but before you know it, you are looking at a breathtaking view of the Seoul skyline.

“Wow…” you pull your hand away to which taehyung reluctantly lets go with lingering fingers on yours.

He watched your backside as you stepped forward with open arms and closed eyes. Just watching your serene expression made Taehyung feel a certain security around him. It was at this moment, where the time was both early morning and late night, when Taehyung whispered his sober thoughts to the moon, I am in love.

You turn around to check up on your partner in crime, only to come across his eyes glassy and in a daze; he seemed to be as mesmerized with the view as you.

You reach back to hold his hand and pull him so that he is now standing next to you. You look back at the horizon, and squeeze his hand gently to try and snap him back to reality.

“Have you seen anything more beautiful?” you say, as you watch the lights from the sky and the city mix in a blurry dream.

“Nope.” Taehyung’s eyes never leave you.

Jungkook:

The party was long over, and since Jin hosted, he allowed for people to sleep over if they couldn’t get back home.There were people camped all over the complex; everyone was knocked out and tired from having one drink too many. You and Jungkook were ready to retire for the night, but deep down, you two didn’t want to go to bed just yet.

“Want to split a beer?” He raises a can up, to which you nod and the satisfying hiss is followed by a loud slurp. You two sit at the kitchen’s island and talk about everything ranging from dumb questions like is marvel or dc better? to deeper thoughts like where do you think you will be in 10 years?

“Remember that time when we were in middle school and you had the biggest crush on the math teacher?” you brought up, and he groans in embarrassment.

“I mean, every guy in her class thought she was so pretty. And she was!” he defends himself.

“Yea, but not every guy in her class asked for her number like how you did.” you try to hold in your laughs as Jungkook groans even more. He takes another sip from the can to hide the embarrassment that is now spreading to his ears.

“I told you it was a dare!” he says a bit too loud. You hear another voice coming from the living room, and it is definitely not one you didn’t want to wake.

“Who the fuck is talking?” Yoongi yells back, and you and Jungkook look at each other as if you guys were deer caught in headlights.

“Let’s go.” You whisper and grab Jungkook’s hand to stand up and run away before a pissed off Yoongi kills the both of you in a blink of an eye. Jungkook remembers to take the half finished beer in his free hand as you two run as quickly and quietly as possible and taking asylum in the half bathroom.

You two sit down on the tile floor; his long legs are stretched out and take up most of the space, so you put your legs over his. “Shit, that was close.” you laugh and he shakes his head with a grin on his face.

When your giggles had died down, you looked over to your to ask Jungkook a question, but your words fail you when your eyes meet with his. There is an unreadable expression on his child-like features; it is as if he is contemplating on doing something but is too scared to.

Your mouth opens to say something, anything, but before you two could comprehend what is happening, he grabs your face in both his hands and quickly brings it to his lips as fast as he could.

[sharionpage]

9 Signs of Low Self-Esteem in a Woman and How to Deal With Them

The Self Improvement Blog | Self Esteem | Self Confidence

Psychologists have presented a mountain of facts which display that women have a stronger intuition than men. However, there are signs of low self-esteem, which pose a threat to their happiness, personal expression and especially decision-making.

Out of social pressure, disgust with themselves, or to dodge the judgmental arrows thrown at them, they prefer to bury that pain inside.

We try to lay out these tendencies in the open and chew everything down to the last bone. Although, hoping for a full-scale mindset alteration is too optimistic, steady and gradual refinement can give every woman the edge to find herself on the top of the world.

Here are a few indications that you should pay attention to:

1. Social Isolation

In most cases, hard work represents the backbone of success, but in some severe scenarios, it’s hard to work your way up the ladder because of social unacceptance. Courage rarely comes out of a clear blue sky, and you need to cultivate good habits to allow it to flourish.

Social withdrawal often stands in the way of such endeavors. If you are a policeman looking for clues, this is the first one you need to keep an eye on. Facing the fear of having the status of an underdog requires the presence of a family member or friend who understands your situation.

Daniel Goleman: The biological influence passing from person to person suggests a new dimension of a life well lived: conducting ourselves in ways that are beneficial even at this subtle level for those with whom we connect.

2. Firm Belief in Luck

No, you don’t need to take midnight strolls with a deck of cards, to showcase your unshakable faith in fortunate occasions. Moreover, people who rely on luck, as a strong external factor are less likely to take action because they bet the bottom dollar on other mysterious processes.

This tendency is inherent in women, who are superstitious and the idea of self-controlled life fills them with dread. If you can’t cope with this impulse, the least you can do is sit on the fence, and disregard any notion of taking sides.

3. Oscillation in decision-making

Ask yourself – Do I often change my mind at the last minute? If that’s the case, you have to do something to strengthen your willpower and eliminate the sense of uncertainty. As with most other things, that’s easier said than done!

You can try not to deviate from your plans, and face the consequences regardless of how fearful they seem at first glance. By doing so, you’ll reduce the urges to get back to the drawing board over and over again.

José N. Harris: Waiting hurts. Forgetting hurts. But not knowing which decision to take can sometimes be the most painful.

4. Overly Critical Attitude

Many people are thrown off balance by the revelation that being judgmental towards your actions is not a sign of humbleness. Don’t be deceived by these mind tricks, and draw the line between your restricted beliefs and the actual reality.

Self-confident persons compensate for whatever they lack in skill with tenacity. Likewise, your analytical perspective is not doing you any favors.

Remove this perception from your head, and start appreciating your efforts no matter how “shallow” they appear to you. Scanning through a few life changing books can help you shift your mindset.

5. Unhealthy Habits

Mens Sana in Corpore Sano or Healthy Mind in a Healthy Body – Do we need to say more? Tackling these routines requires a mental readiness to put your whole belief-system on the line in order to go the extra mile.

If you are fed up with all the excuses, it’s time to take concrete actions by enforcing a new set of habits, which can make a difference.

Aristotle: Good habits formed at youth make all the difference.

6. Not offering Your Opinion

Regardless of the surroundings, remember that you are entitled to your opinion. Don’t just stay in the shadows, waiting for someone to give you the respect you are due. Unfortunately, the stigma attached to gender equality is still underway, but that mustn’t be an alibi for presenting a series of facts.

To put it simply, in life, you have to take what’s rightfully yours. People have a habit of taking advantage of underachievers and individuals who succumb to pressure.

Fighting these “trends” and securing your position should be your number one priority as a woman.

An extra gem from Bette Davis to get you all fired up: When a man gives his opinion, he’s a man. When a woman gives her opinion, she’s a bit*h.

7. Comparison is Your Best Friend

It’s some strange twist of development in human nature that we love to draw conclusions and compare our lives with others. This stage is most definitely not specific to women, but also men.

Putting your uniqueness into a basket of 7 billion eggs should be construed as a personal insult to you. The truth is, low self-esteem is on the receiving end of such impulses. If you have failed to come to grips with this social issue, you may end up feeling just like a drop in the ocean.

Evoke that sense of individuality and fight to preserve it!

Coco Chanel: The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.

8. Mood Swings

Are you ready to face the music? Although the definition of mood swing is irrelevant at this moment, it’s vital to understand its triggers. Often persons who can’t thrive on flexibility and problem-solving can easily be dazed and used.

Bipolar disorders are gaining momentum in the digital age. According to the Mental Health Organization, approximately 4 million British are experiencing these tendencies.

The bottom line is, many external elements can initiate a change and affect your current state. If you want to stay on the right side and not be on the verge of an emotional breakdown, you should be on alert for anything that can provoke an inner reaction.

Adaptability is critical to keep your morale up and ensure a steady transition from one stage to the next.

9. The Earth is too Small

Yes, there’s not enough room for everyone to fit in! Or, that may be just another self-imposed idea that keeps us locked in a cage of claustrophobic chains.

Sometimes you feel like you want to get out of this planet and build a house on Mars. Nonetheless our friends at NASA, still haven’t found a permanent solution to this issue. All joking aside, you must remain with both feet on the ground (literally speaking) and take a deep breath.

Such a simple trick can boost your confidence and help you endure the hardship of any day.

Defeat These Signs of Low Self-Esteem Once and For All

When it comes to tackling all these signals, all you need to do is to become aware of them. That’s the most critical step without any doubt.

Afterward, you should cast doubt on the habits which fuel these tendencies. Taking away their source of energy can signify the end of everything that ever caused you pain and suffering.

About the Author Emir Zecovic likes to be perceived as the go-to guy for new ideas. A real poster boy for finding the right words which can be put into action. Momentarily, he offers his time, energy and heart to 12 Min. Blogging about productivity, self-help and personal development is his unquenchable passion; you can follow him on Facebook and Medium.

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