[ Her eyes remain resolutely closed, still worried that she'll cry if she does. There's nothing wrong with being herself, she thinks absently as his kisses send small sparks through her fingers and up her arms. She likes herself for the most part. Sure, she wishes that she didn't drool in her sleep, wanted her toes to have slightly bigger nail beds so she could use more nail polish, that she had less battle scars, that her whims weren't so flighty all the time and that she had stronger convictions instead of being so scared - but she generally liked herself.
But just because she liked herself, didn't mean that comparisons didn't happen. People were going to be different from one another - that's why they were so wonderful. But in that same astute observation, she still didn't think she measured up to someone born to shatter expectations. When she looked at them side by side it made sense. ]
Because if anyone is interested in Claude why would they be interested in me?
[ She doesn't intend to fish for compliments; it's a rhetoric question that she's already answered in her mind. She's great for a good time, but anything serious, anything more, would never make sense aside from the politics of it all. ]
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Date: 2023-07-23 08:27 pm (UTC)But just because she liked herself, didn't mean that comparisons didn't happen. People were going to be different from one another - that's why they were so wonderful. But in that same astute observation, she still didn't think she measured up to someone born to shatter expectations. When she looked at them side by side it made sense. ]
Because if anyone is interested in Claude why would they be interested in me?
[ She doesn't intend to fish for compliments; it's a rhetoric question that she's already answered in her mind. She's great for a good time, but anything serious, anything more, would never make sense aside from the politics of it all. ]