You’re very pretty.

This is going to come off as conceited and braggy, but I promise that’s not my intent.

After our outing to Petrichor (our neighborhood brewery), we went to the grocery store to pick up stuff for dinner. While in the parking lot, a random lady said to me, “You’re very pretty.”

I thanked her and moved on. Meanwhile, my husband was like: wtf…did that just happen?? That’s weird!

And I was like: I’ve told you a hundred times that this shit happens to me a lot.

And he was like: yes, but it’s weird to actually experience it.

My thoughts:

1. I’m glad he saw it happen. I’m not making this shit up. I feel validated.

2. It’s so awkward. I finally learned to say thank you and move on. I’ve never been great at taking a compliment, but I’ve learned over the years.

3. No matter how many random people tell me that I’m pretty, I don’t believe them.

4. Except…I very recently, at the age of 40, thought to myself: I think I might be sort of attractive.

5. And then I immediately felt like an asshole.

6. Why does it feel wrong to feel good about ourselves? Why do I have to be plagued by bad self esteem?

It’s something to think about. Why shouldn’t I feel good about receiving a compliment?

I feel weird about posting this, but I’m going to do it anyway, because it’s in my head.

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