I had looked in the mirror before we had headed downstairs and the disbelief I had felt was unnatural. Having always considered myself to be happy in my own skin, if not in my circumstances, realising how wrong I was hurt a little too much. I looked like a different person. Rather than looking not myself, if anything I felt more myself than I ever had before. Which just raised questions in my mind about why I felt that way. Realising that I had been insecure my whole life without really knowing it. It also struck me that it may have been the reason for the way I had behaved with Alex.
It was less about him and more about me. I was the one that thought I wasn’t good enough, not him. I didn’t know if that thought had even crossed his mind, never mind monopolised it and affected our interact
