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“Our perception of how others perceive us is often a construct of our own minds. It may not necessarily align with the reality of how others truly see us. This discrepancy between perception and reality can lead us to form a self-image based on assumptions and interpretations. Consequently, we may come to believe that we possess certain characteristics or qualities simply because we perceive ourselves to be that way.”

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Book:Toxic Self-Love: A Guide To Understanding Narcissism In Yourself
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