How to accept a compliment
Last week I went to cover a story on a newly opened, locally-owned café. Walking in to the color-splashed restaurant, I was greeted by the aging proprietress with, “Are you Rachel? You are just so cute!”
Later that day while on a different story, another man told me I am “just as cute as cute can be.”
Yesterday evening I gave a presentation to a local business group on how to use the media advantageously and was told by one of the members, “You are a breath of fresh air from the rest of the media,” while another told me, again, how “cute” I was.
My response to all four compliments? “Thank you.”
Just two little words, and yet it took years for me to be able to say them when receiving a compliment.
Learning to accept compliments and positive messages about ourselves is difficult for so many of us. Instead of graciously accepting the compliment as the verbal gift it is, we hesitate to receive them or deflect or outright reject them.
“I love your shirt!”
“This old thing? I got it on the clearance rack.”
“That’s a great hairstyle on you.”
“I hate my hair; I wish I had long hair like yours.”
“You look great!”
“I need to lose xx pounds.”
“Wow, you look really pretty today.”
“You must be blind.”
Growing up as the fat kid, I was so used to being put down on a constant basis that I came to internalize the negative messages and began to believe them myself. It wasn’t until a few years after I graduated high school that I came to the startling realization that I truly believed that and acted as if my fatness rendered me a second-class citizen.
Like many people with body insecurities, my safeguard was to put myself down first before someone else could hurt me. I see this now in my sister, who also struggles with her weight. Her self-defense mechanism is to turn her fatness into a joke. “My second stomach is hungry,” she’ll quip, or she’ll ask for clothes in “fattie-size.”
Whenever people complimented me, I immediately questioned their ulterior motives. What is it this person wants from me? Surely they couldn’t really think I am smart or funny or a good writer, could they? Are they making fun of me? Are they mocking me?
Why do we find it so easy to disregard a compliment while taking every mean or critical thing said about us to heart? It’s as my favorite artist Bruce Cockburn sings, “Always ourselves we love the least.”
Cute is a compliment I receive often and one that even today is still hard to swallow. When I hear cute, I don’t attribute it to my retro-inspired glasses, my red hair or youthful appearance or the fact that I happen to be wearing green-striped bowling shoes with yellow stars on them. When I hear cute, I hear chubby cheeks, dimples and a round (fat) face. In short, when I hear cute, I hear fat. And in my head, the well-intentioned compliment instead becomes anything but a compliment.
On and on it goes, the endless ways we diminish and deflect positive comments about ourselves and our accomplishments.
One of the things I like about my husband is that he is very physically affectionate. My family is somewhat emotionally distant – we never hugged one another or expressed our feelings to one another. Early in our relationship, it felt strange to be hugged, uncomfortable even. I didn’t want to admit that I needed someone, anyone. Receiving a compliment is kind of like receiving a hug. When we allow ourselves to absorb positive messages, we might have to change how we think about ourselves.
When we receive a compliment, the appropriate response is to accept the comment for the well-intentioned gesture it truly is with a simple “Thank you.” The compliment-giver may just be right no matter what you keep telling yourself.
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