Silvertip Mountain And if love keeps giving me lemons

Maia had never scouted this particular mountain before even though she was sure she had passed it.  She climbed carefully, remembering what had happened the last time she went rock climbing - and this time there was no ocean.  

As she climbed, she spoke to herself, a new habit she had just begun.  She was trying to slowly drown out the voice in her head, the little one that tended to chime in every.... always.  You are awesome.  You are amazing, and creative, and super great.  She hesitated.  And you are pretty.  For some reason, that was the hardest one.

She could feel still that she didn't believe it, and that the voice was still skeptical.  Shut it, you,  she thought at it.  Anyone would be lucky to have me.  Eljay, Illidan, even Arcturus.  Cept I'm pretty sure he and Wraen are a thing and just not telling me.  She grinned as she said this last part.  The best stories weren't made in a day, and she wasn't expecting this to work right off the bat.  But eventually she'd get better at it, and the more she repeated it, the better chance she had of eventually convincing herself (and everyone else) it was true.