The loudest critic can whisper so softly you only feel a tightening in your chest. On a late Tuesday, fluorescent lights hum above the stale air of brewed coffee. Maya reads a short message on a cracked phone screen: “Please take this on.” The cursor blinks on an unfinished email, her fingertips cool against the polished desk.
Self-esteem is the quiet measure of your worth when no one is watch...
