Is that your dripping towel?

By Joyce Meyer

For years I had low self-esteem and did not like myself. I hated my personality and I hated the way my voice sounded. Somewhere along the line, through the abuse I had endured growing up, I internalised the shame. I was no longer ashamed of what was happening to me — I became ashamed of me. I was hurting and, consequently, was hurting other people.