My husband is really good at telling me that he thinks I’m beautiful. This means a lot coming from someone who sees me at my physical worst: when I’m sick, first thing in the morning, when I’m snoring. It’s funny. Sometimes when he tells me, I feel uncomfortable. You know, it is hard to take a compliment. It’s like when someone tells you they like your dress and you say, “This old thing?” I have learned to take a compliment. I say thank you. But sometimes I feel uncomfortable with being told I’m beautiful. Is it that I don’t believe it? Is it that I get hung up on how much looks matter and that they shouldn’t so much? Is it that, I really don’t know how to take a compliment? I don’t know. So in the moment, I sometimes feel uncomfortable, squirm inside, but looking back on the many times he’s said it, I feel good and it makes me happy to know that he of all people thinks I’m beautiful. There is not one person in the entire world that I’d rather be beautiful for.
#216: He tells me I’m beautiful December 4, 2011