A week or so ago, someone I care about called me 'a doll.' It was a compliment of my figure and fashion. A phrase said in a loving tone. It ruffled all my bad feathers.
A few days ago, multiple people in one evening called me 'beautiful,' specifically or a variation of it. I brushed it off on good looks, decided it was the shallowness of people that drove them to such pithy comments. This was despite being told that it was not just my looks to which they were referring.
A few hours ago, I called myself 'a silly little girl.' How awful is that to say of my gorgeous, strong, intelligent 24 & 11 month year old self.
I've made these connections, drawn the line between believing in myself as more than a pretty face, a shallow object, and I want to cross to the other side.
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