Hooray! I’m down 6 pounds! This morning as I was sitting in my cubicle at work, my phone buzzed and made the familiar sound, letting me know I had received a text message. I usually don’t get texts that early, so I expected it to be the hubs asking a quick question, and I was surprised when I saw it was from my mom!
“Good mornin! I thot u look kinny last nite! Lov mom”
(In case you couldn’t tell, my mom’s still a bit new to texting and shortens most words. Sometimes it’s as if I’m decoding a secret message when I try to read her texts! J Still, I love them!)
After reading her text, I was on cloud nine! My motivation went sky high and my confidence was through the roof! I have been working so hard at losing weight and to have someone tell me I looked thin was the greatest thing I could have heard today! It got me thinking about comments and how a simple comment can give you such a high, or shoot you down. I mean, really think about the comments about your looks that you have received in your lifetime. Anytime a person made a comment that invoked an extreme feeling, you probably remembered it whether it was good or bad.
When I was in 9th grade, we had a choir performance and it was required that we dress up nice. The dress I wore was black with salmon colored poppy flowers on it. It was kind of a long shirt dress style in a rayon/poly blend that ended just above my ankles, with short sleeves, and a point collar with button down front. I loved the dress & felt so good in it! The day of the concert, one of the “popular girls” at school came up to me and said, “Hey Shan! Your dress is so pretty! You look like a hot momma!” It was sincere, kind, and I never felt better, nor have I forgotten it and the way it made me feel.
That same year I was in Spanish class, working on my homework when I overheard the boys behind me say, “Psst…look, Shannon has back fat. *chuckle* I wonder how many rolls she has.”
I sat there mortified, pretending I didn’t hear them as I tried to shift my sweater to cover whatever it was they saw as tears welled up in my eyes. After that, I sat in the back of the classroom. I never wore that sweater again, and I never forgot how awful I felt.
Sadly, even as an adult people still make mean comments. Now when I hear them I just think, “Seriously?! We’re adults!” Of course the comments are far and few between (and usually come from low class people who never learned any manners), and I receive far more kind, uplifting comments than negative ones, but it seems the ones that sting leave a much deeper scar than ones that uplift. Isn’t there a saying that goes something like, “It takes twice the amount of positive comments to erase the negative ones.”
So today, give someone a nice compliment! What is the best compliment you ever received?