I don't take compliments well. It's not that I hate them, I just never feel that I ever deserve them, or that what I'm being complimented on isn't something I've actually done.
When I was in Texas, Emily (Steph's daughter) complimented my legs, since she'd really never seen them before (I always wore jeans around her since I was Boy-type Jenn when I'd visit from Washington or Pennsylvania). She even complimented my feet, of all things. And I brushed it off, because: "Oh, my legs are giant turkey legs. And my feet look good because the boots I was wearing were squeezing my feet too tight."
"You've lost so much weight, you look great!"
"Oh ,that's the diabetes weight loss."
Today I got complimented on how much better I was looking, trimmed down, happier, dressing nicer. It really felt nice. But at the same time, I immediately said that that was the antidepressants. She wasn't having any of that: "No, it's you. And the confidence from knowing you have the unconditional love of a family again."
(Thank you, Cate!)
Another old friend today complimented me on being courageous, intelligent and witty. I immediately responded that I wasn't so good in the past. She also wasn't having any of that. :)
(Thank you, Terri!)
I really need to be more gracious when accepting compliments. I just wish I didn't have that knee-jerk reaction of "I don't deserve them."
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