It amazes me how we sometimes see ourselves in light of how we see others. Others around us seem to have it all together. They dress cute. They have flawless skin. They are disciplined with eating and exercise regimines. They wake up on time, without snoozing, for their dream job. They are the epitome of what we desire our life to emulate. The truth is they have just as many complications and difficulties they are working through as we do. No one has a perfect life. No one is perfect.
I was explaining to a friend recently that at times it means more when strangers tell you "you look pretty" moreso than when friends and family sing your praises. Why? Because it's a mother's job to think their baby is beautiful. When someone-- not blood related-- thinks you are worthy of stating a simple compliment, it seems to adhere more to your psyche. Am I discouraging friends and family to compliment me? Absolutely not. I welcome and thrive on all encouragement. Random guy on the stairs, thank you again for thinking I looked good on Saturday night. It made my night. Well... that and my friends and the band and the older balding man dancing while doing the white man overbite.
Movie: Pretty Woman
