Self-Esteem is Like an Ever-Leaking Blow-up Mattress
I feel like I’m always searching for the secret recipe to “Normal”, or what my ideal definition of normalcy is. But there are shades of white male idealism so entwined in this word that I’m pretty sure that ideal is a spoiled mirage, neither obtainable nor desirable. My low self-esteem hasn’t done me any favors…
