I didn’t realize my self-esteem had dropped so low. I know I’ve been really down on myself lately, but I thought I still had some semblance of self love/admiration.
When I was younger, before I started gaining weight, I never really thought about my body. I knew it was a pretty decent one, but it wasn’t something I dwelled on (aside from wishing I had a bigger butt—well that wish came true in spades).
Over the past 10 years, I’ve put on weight. Not just a pound here or there—I’m talking Fat Bastard sized proportions.
So imagine my surprise when I received a compliment from a stranger.
When leaving a class after giving a presentation, the lone male stopped and asked me about his assignment. After answering his question, I turned to leave and he told me he just had to say one more thing. He told me that in case no one had told me today, that I was gorgeous. I was fabulous. I was a beautiful woman.
I wanted to sob. I literally had to control myself from starting to cry in front of him like some oversized infant.
After thanking him and telling him he had made my day, my month, my year, I left. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face for at least 10 minutes.
It probably was nothing for him to tell me that, and he has no way of knowing just how much it affected me. But why do I think I’m such a hideous blob that people should run screaming from me? Although I’m not Gisele, I’m not Quasimodo either. I need to have a little more confidence. I’m working on that.
(PS: This post is not a plea for you to tell me I’m pretty or whatever. I was simply sharing.)
