Last Thursday, Choo-choo, Diesel, and I were eating lunch in a diner while out of town for an errand. (We had to buy a new transmission for an aforementioned broken truck, which you can read about here) As I walked to the restroom to wash my hands, I was addressed on the way by a woman who sat near us.
“Pretty dress,” she smiled at my blue and white polka dot frock.
Stupefied, I smiled, thanked her, and continued on my way. Shocked at being complimented, her words caught me off guard.
As I explained in an earlier post (My heart’s desire), I haven’t been feeling great about myself. I see me as fat and disgusting a lot of the time. I don’t feel pretty as often as maybe I should. Being told I look the way I don’t feel is difficult for me to accept.
I was so stunned that it took me until I was in the truck with Choo-choo and Diesel again to realize I’d screwed up. I had the opportunity to brighten someone’s day, and I ‘d squandered it.
I should have complimented the woman, too. She looked to be around my age or younger and gorgeous. I loved her style of outfit, as it was something I would totally wear. it isn’t just about physical or fashionable characteristics, either. She also seemed like a very nice person. She had left around the same time we did, and we waved to each other as we drove away.
So if the Kind Woman happens to see this, I just want to say that you are fabulous.
And to everyone else, don’t be afraid to speak up and make someone else a little happier. It has been days, and I still regret my silence.