I’ve been doing some over-thinking again.
Y’know, i’d be willing to bet that one of the main contributing factors to the modern woman’s demolished self-esteem is the paradox that self-adoration is wholly frowned upon.
When we give compliments, we practically expect the receiver of said adulation to refute our kind words.
When you say, “oh my goodness, Sally, that dress looks stunning on you!”, which response from Sally is most acceptable?
a) “Ew, oh my goodness you think? I think it looks like a sausage casing!”
b) “Oh please, you look better, though!”
c) “Really? I was just considering going on a diet.”
d) “Why, thank you! I quite like it, as well.”
Realistically, if Sally were to answer d), we would assume that Sally is a conceited, stuck-up snob.
Why is it so unacceptable to like parts of ourselves? Why is it such a crime to verbally agree with…