“I’m not hungry for snacks. I’m hungry for respect.”
Strangers would try to pet her without formal introduction?
Bella would offer a polite sniff, then saunter off, tail high, delivering the ultimate power move:
The Dismissive Fluff Wiggle.
Because Bella’s self-esteem didn’t come from applause or compliments.
It came from within.
From a deep-rooted, unshakable belief that she was exactly enough just as she was—whether she was flopped like royalty on the sofa, or tangled in a bush after chasing her own tail in a misguided act of self-ambition.
And if anyone tried to tell her otherwise?
She didn’t hear them.
Or at least, she chose not to.
Moral of the story:
Confidence isn’t about barking the loudest.
It’s about knowing who you are…
…and fully expecting everyone else to figure it out.
Eventually.
Preferably with snacks.
