I was accidentally shopping again yesterday, maybe to try to pretend I’d had a full night’s sleep and felt like a million bucks. I’d thrown my hair in some sort of bun type thing right on top of my head, and I’m not exactly the person who can pull that look off. So I looked like a boy with makeup on, pushing my stroller through this boutique wishing I didn’t forget to remember I wanted some more coffee before I left the house. I’m walking out, because for once I was behaving and didn’t buy Finn an extra toy so he could play with the tag. The lady up at the front says “Oh, I LOVE your hair!” Well I just got done explaining my hair, so we all know it wasn’t cute; the likely reason for this compliment was to make me feel guilty and turn around and buy that stupid precious stuffed giraffe. It didn’t really matter to me, though. That sweet soul just said my awful hair was cute and it made me feel good. I’ve never been great at taking a compliment, but if we’re being honest, has anyone ever had a compliment that didn’t make them feel good? Probably not.
I think we all have days where we are like ok, cool, I like my outfit, I like my hair, I’m good. Then we have a lot of days where we see Pinterest, and Facebook, and Instagram and we look at ourselves and feel like we just aren’t enough. Our hair should be longer, our clothes trendier, and we should REALLY learn how to contour of faces. By the way I’ve never contoured my face and will probably never try.
For some reason that simple compliment got me thinking about how, one, a compliment really can go a long way into reversing our self negativity, and more importantly that I am so bad at complimenting strangers. I have super nice thoughts about people, but I never actually voice them, mostly because I think they’ll think I’m weird. Even if I think a lady has on the cutest shoes I’ve ever seen in my life, I don’t say anything. But why?
I promise a compliment has never ruined someone’s day. So pay someone a simple compliment; it’s such a small act, but it totally messes with a tired mama’s brain and makes her think for just one small glorious moment, that her messy bun is awesome.
I think we could all use a little confidence on our messy bun days.