The other day someone said to me, “Honestly, you are not bad looking on a good day, and you are smart. A little hair care, enhancing make up…” Be still my beating heart. Consider my ego massaged.
There’s nothing quite like a well-meaning friend to reinforce your already piss-poor self-image, is there? This comment now knocks one out of first place that had been residing there for decades. I once told this guy, “You have such pretty eyes!” and he responded, “And you have nice… uh… teeth?” Sniffle. My dentist would be so proud.
I come from a family that values intelligence and education above everything. Therefore the compliments I got as I grew up were always related to my smarts, and I have a rock solid confidence in that realm. Looks? Not so much. I come from a family of women, and yet no one ever showed me how to apply that enhancing make up of which my tactless friend speaks. (In fairness, I never expressed any interest, either.)
But here’s a suggestion for all well-meaning friends the world over: If you can’t say something nice…LIE. How hard is that?
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