
I think that the hardest thing for me to accept a compliment about is anything to do with my looks, really. You can tell me that I'm smart, you can tell me that I'm funny, and I'll likely believe you. If you tell me that I'm beautiful, I will wonder what your ulterior motives are. I will wonder why you are lying to me. I will wonder what's in it for you.
I struggle with this now on a daily basis. I have been dating a man for the last six months who tells me on a daily basis that I'm beautiful. He looks right at me, and tells me that he doesn't know how he got so lucky to be with someone so wonderful and so beautiful. I know it makes him mad when I tell him that he must be talking about someone else. It's taken me until the last month or two to really believe him when he says it. I'm still not sure that I necessarily believe that I'm beautiful - but I believe that he completely, totally means it with all of his heart. It's taken me months to believe that he isn't lying to me, but is professing his own truth. I've made it a point now to thank him for his compliments, rather than tell him he's wrong, or argue with him when he tells me that I'm beautiful.
It's funny, though - when you are confident about something about yourself, people say you're cocky or full of yourself. But when you're down on yourself, people have a problem with that as well. It turns out that there's no real pleasing other people, so the best you can do is try your hardest to love yourself, see your own wonderfulness, and accept that this is who you are.
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