If I had self-esteem…
…I wouldn’t waste one second on any man who didn’t engage/intrigue/fascinate me from the start.
…I’d stop calling myself “desperate.”
…I’d stop looking for a man.
…I wouldn’t care that I’m almost 39 and unmarried.
…I’d forget about marriage.
…I’d start having sex again.
…I’d expect guys to fall for me and wouldn’t work so hard to try to make it happen.
…I’d worry less about how I look.
…I’d be friendlier to strangers.
…I’d stop being so hard on myself.
…I’d have way more confidence at work.
…I’d focus on my shoulders and legs in the mirror instead of my stomach.
…I’d put down the chocolate cake.
…I would never again eat until I’m in pain.
…I’d perform more often.
…my music would be better promoted and distributed and I’d have better contacts.
…I’d know my life is worth living and stop fantasizing about dying.
…I’d stop freaking out.
…I’d be in a better mood.
…I’d stop thinking about getting my teeth whitened.
…I’d invite my friends out/over more often.
…I’d watch less tv.
…I’d stop worrying about my Spanish-speaking ability.
…I’d feel just fine about being Mexican American.
…I’d trust myself to choose the right job/life/apartment/friends/hair conditioner.
…I’d believe I can be happy.
…I might even be happy.
…I wouldn’t need this blog so much.
…I’d take fewer naps.

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