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Jul. 16th, 2009 10:32 pmI just received the most nicest, sweetest compliment from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ellettra, which totally made my night (back at'cha darlin'!) And I want to talk about it.
It kinda takes me aback when people tell me I'm pretty. When I hear words like "stunning", I have a hard time believing they're actually talking about me. Compliments don't make me uncomfortable. I mean, I totally appreciate them. But I guess I still just have some difficulty wrapping my mind around them sometimes. I get a lot of comments and compliments on my hair and my smile, which is good, because I really like both of those things a lot, too. But again, it's just a little odd to think about. When I was younger, I was a definitely plain child. The Awkward Years were awkward indeed. I used to think that the only person who'd ever tell me I was pretty was my mom.
What's ironic is the fact that my smile is what gets noticed before just about anything else. Until I was 11 and acquired some loverly braces, I had total rabbit teeth. They looked too big for my face, stuck out way too far and had a gap in the middle that rivaled Madonna's. I hated smiling when I was a kid because I was self-conscious about them. Now I smile all the time (it truly does make people wonder what you're up to!) It's just funny how things work out, and I've gotta say, next to my piano lessons, I think those braces were the best investment my parents ever made.
I also didn't really like having photos made of myself when I was younger (like the unpleasant puberty years, ick.) Now, as you may have noticed, I rather enjoy it. In fact,nonspecific and I are gearing up for a big photoshoot this weekend (woohoo!), so I'm just preparing y'all for the photospam of mass proportions that will most likely follow.
OK, no real reason for this post. Just that I'm feeling OK and I'm really happy that I have such nice friends who make me beam. :-) I just got over a migraine that knocked me on my butt for two days, so something so sweet was even more appreciated.
And now, let's toddle off to bed to sleep the collapse of non-migraininess.
ellettra, which totally made my night (back at'cha darlin'!) And I want to talk about it. It kinda takes me aback when people tell me I'm pretty. When I hear words like "stunning", I have a hard time believing they're actually talking about me. Compliments don't make me uncomfortable. I mean, I totally appreciate them. But I guess I still just have some difficulty wrapping my mind around them sometimes. I get a lot of comments and compliments on my hair and my smile, which is good, because I really like both of those things a lot, too. But again, it's just a little odd to think about. When I was younger, I was a definitely plain child. The Awkward Years were awkward indeed. I used to think that the only person who'd ever tell me I was pretty was my mom.
What's ironic is the fact that my smile is what gets noticed before just about anything else. Until I was 11 and acquired some loverly braces, I had total rabbit teeth. They looked too big for my face, stuck out way too far and had a gap in the middle that rivaled Madonna's. I hated smiling when I was a kid because I was self-conscious about them. Now I smile all the time (it truly does make people wonder what you're up to!) It's just funny how things work out, and I've gotta say, next to my piano lessons, I think those braces were the best investment my parents ever made.
I also didn't really like having photos made of myself when I was younger (like the unpleasant puberty years, ick.) Now, as you may have noticed, I rather enjoy it. In fact,
nonspecific and I are gearing up for a big photoshoot this weekend (woohoo!), so I'm just preparing y'all for the photospam of mass proportions that will most likely follow. OK, no real reason for this post. Just that I'm feeling OK and I'm really happy that I have such nice friends who make me beam. :-) I just got over a migraine that knocked me on my butt for two days, so something so sweet was even more appreciated.
And now, let's toddle off to bed to sleep the collapse of non-migraininess.
