Time is ticking everyone! We only have a few more chapters left! :) Today we have another chapter involving Naomi, as a teenager this time ;)

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[21] Value

Value: consider someone/something to be important; have a high opinion of someone/something.

Bree frowned as she watched her now 15 years old little sister from across the room. Ever since the younger girl had entered her teenage years, Bree had noticed several things, a handful of which she recognized from her own teens. The way her dressing had changed, some days she seemed to be trying out real bold outfits while some days she seemed to be wearing real concealing clothes, and her newly increase of makeup, as well as her posture and actions in bigger groups.

Naomi was insecure.

Of course she was! What teenage girl never had insecurities about their looks or qualities or whatever else there was. The teenage years were a very insecure face. Maybe Bree's bionic had helped in that phase. Sure, she was still very insecure about how she looked and how not a lot of guys had paid her attention, but they'd made her more secure about other things. She had known what she could do, she had known how strong she really was.

But Naomi was human; simply human. She didn't have special abilities or hours of training to help her like that. No, she was like any other girl her age. So, yes, Naomi was a lot insecure about herself, I didn't take a genius to see that.

"Hey, Naomi?" Bree questioned, causing her sister to look up from her magazine surprised. "Could a talk to you for a second? A little bit private?"

Bree smiled so she wouldn't think she was in trouble. Bree might be her sister, but she was also an adult. God, she was almost 33!

"Yeah, sure thing." Naomi said and the sisters made their way to Naomi's room. She seemed a little bit suspicious of the seclusion but said nothing as Bree closed the door behind them.

"Is everything alright?" Naomi questioned and crossed her arms in a kind of protective manner over her chest, causing Bree to frown again, but she quickly shook it off.

"Yeah, just wanted to have a little girl talk, you know sister to sister." Bree smiled and leaned back against the desk. "How're you doing?"

"I'm fine..." she responded, the suspicion back in her voice. "What about you?"

"Oh, I'm great." Bree said and smiled as she tried to find a good way to address the matter. "What's up with the pose?"

"What? Nothing. I just... like standing like this." Naomi said, though she slowly let her arms drop.

"Yeah, I'm not judging you." Bree assured and rose her hands slightly as she examined her sister's clothes, she was currently wearing a quite big and long shirt. "Though what about that shirt? What's up with that?"

"What? I like this shirt, that's what's up." Naomi exclaimed, her voice reserved.

"It's a little big isn't it?" Bree asked with a soft voice, she didn't want to upset her sister.

"So what? It's comfy. I like comfy clothes. You got a problem with that?" Naomi said and almost took a step backwards.

"No, of course not, Naomi." Bree sighed and she could hear the mother in her come out. And the worst part? She would probably have to have the same conversation with her own daughter in a few years. "I'm just worried about you."

"What?" Naomi asked, frowning in confused irritation. "What's really up, Bree?"

Bree sighed again and looked down at her feet for a moment before deciding the just cut to the chase.

"Do you like your body?"

The question stunned Naomi to silence. She opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out. So instead she looked down at the floor as she bit her lip, tears visibly in her eyes.

"No..." she admitted with a slight shake of her head. "No, not really."

"Oh, sweetie." Bree mumbled and stepped closer, yet still giving the girl her own space. "I know the feeling."

Naomi looked up at her sister a bit surprised, Bree rarely seemed insecure. In fact, she always seemed to happy and pleased with her looks and her fashion.

"R-Really?" she asked carefully and Bree nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, of course!" she insisted. "Trust someone who's been in your seat, every teenage girl is insecure sometime. I know I was."

Naomi blinked at her, not really knowing what to say.

"I was a lot insecure actually. I still am sometimes." Bree admitted and glanced around her sister's room, an idea slowly forming in her head. She could remember a similar conversation she had had with Tasha all those years ago.

"I want you to do a thing for me." Bree said and turned her sister toward the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

"What's that?" Naomi question a bit insecure.

"I want you to take of these clothes and look at yourself in the mirror. I want you to take a long good look at your body and then I want you to tell me three things you're pleased with."

Naomi turned around and look at Bree skeptically as the woman started backing to the door. "Bree, I don't-"

"No, no buts. You do that, take your time, and I'll be waiting outside, okay?" Bree said and left the room before her sister had the time to answer, though she hear her sister sigh.

A few minutes later, Bree heard her sister call through the door that she was done and she re-entered the room. She walked over to her sister, who still stood by the mirror, her outfit the same as before.

"So?" Bree asked carefully as she looked into the mirror as well.

"Well... I, uhm... I like my hands." Naomi mumbled with a slight smile and Bree smiled as well. "I like that my fingers are this slim and long, and, ehm..." she gave an embarrassed laugh and avoided Bree's gaze.

"What?" Bree asked and tried to catch her sister's eyes, but she kept staring at the floor.

"I like my ears..." she mumbled quietly and Bree laughed a little.

"Well, you know what they say?" she asked and Naomi looked up at her questioning.

"What?"

"Your ears are just as unique as your fingerprints. You're the only with those ears, Naomi." Bree explained and winked at her sister. "What else?"

"I actually like my hips quite a bit." Naomi said, and Bree felt a tinge of pride at the determination behind the sentence.

"See, you've got nothing to be insecure about. You have a beautiful body, a splendid pair of ears and a personality to die for." Bree said with a huge grin. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Naomi looked at her and even though Bree could still she the insecurity play in her sister's eyes, she could see her stand a little bit straighter.

"Thanks, Bree." Naomi mumbled and Bree pulled her into a hug.

"No problem, like I said, we've all been there. Just value yourself, Naomi." Bree said and squeezed the girl a little bit closer. "Value yourself."

So, any thoughts? Reviews are always appreciated! :D

Everybody has their insecurities, personally I have a lot of them, looks and others, but we all have to remember: we're all unique! We just have to find what we're happy with and accept what we're less happy with. We're all beautiful in our own way!

Until next time! :) /Libra