Daisy:
How’s it going?
Ivy:
Better than I thought.
Daisy:
Let me see!
I don’t even think twice as I open up the camera and pull back the silk robe gently, letting it fall from my shoulders as I pose in the mirror. I take a quick snap and send it to Daisy. The thought of sharing it with her would normally make me feel anxious, but right now, I don’t feel that way at all.
I’m proud of myself for even taking this step.
Daisy:
HOLY FUCKING SHIT
You look incredible
Oh my god, you are a goddess
A laugh falls from my lips gently, and I bite down on my lip to suppress a smile.
Daisy:
Send it to him
My smile falls and my eyes bulge out of my skull.
Ivy:
What?
Daisy:
You said you want him, prove to him that you do. He will go feral, I promise you.
I know we said this was for yourself, but it can be for him too ;)
I snort to myself. There is no way.
Ivy:
I can’t
Daisy:
Excuses, excuses
I stare at her text for a moment and slump on my hip. What is this going to prove? He might hate it.Or he might not.
A breath escapes my nose as I draw up my last texts with JJ from the beach party a week or so ago. I click the attachment and press on the picture, watching it float into the message section. My thumb hovers over the send button.
No. I can’t do this. My body trembles. This was for me. Not anyone else.
Building confidence for myself. For my own self-love.
