The root of all bad things...
...if it's low, that is. Low self esteem blows. Avoid it like the plague. Only until recently have I really come out of a wicked slump of thinking I'm dirt. I didn't think I was the only one my guy my girlfriend had feelings for, that I was weak, and as Jeffrey Dean put it, inadequate. I worried about everything WAY too much. I thought it was going to be the end of a lot of relationships, because I didn't trust people if they complimented me, I thought they were just being nice (which leads to me another moral: BE HONEST). Not to mention the bad hand of genetic legs I got dealt. Lemme paint the picture for you: I'm tall and skinny but I have cankles. Don't talk to me about them. Don't talk to someone else about them. Don't try to touch them. I hate my legs, and the best thing I can figure is to bust my balls doing calf exercises to try to make them less cankley.
Low self esteem=bad. Don't get down on yourself, because you're just that beautiful. Don't second guess everyone, have some trust. Trust makes or breaks any relationship. Try it on for size, it could do you some good!