Saddled with a big ego and low self-esteem, I used to bruise like a peach. Since having a mental health crisis, I am rewiring and rebuilding
I know what you are thinking. Looking at that picture of me, you are thinking: “Good lord, isn’t he gorgeous!” or maybe: “My, what a fine specimen of a man.” Words to that effect, anyway.
Deny it all you like, but there is no shame in thinking that I am marvellous. Even I think it. Sometimes.
