Anonymous wrote:I was a plain kid with a very cruel mom and grew into a plain/homely adult. I had a much more attractive brother who received a lot attention for his looks. Photos from my childhood accurately capture me as always looking on the verge of tears because of how I was treated in my family. Anyway, I don’t think I’ve ever been complimented on any aspect of my appearance except once.
I have blue eyes, but average ones, nothing special. I was at a restaurant when I was 10 or 11. From a few tables away I overheard an old woman say loudly to her friend towards me (I was the only other person in the room because my mom was paying the check) “look at those eyes!” in a complimentary voice.
In the moment I knew it was a stage whisper and I knew that she wasn’t really complimenting my appearance so much as trying to make me feel seen. I’ve carried that women’s voice with me for a long time- knowing that other people saw my existence kept me going until I could leave home.
Hugs to you, now and then.