to be told and accept that you are told that you are beautiful?
My husband stopped me in my tracks tonight whilst I was doing nothing spectacularly different. My roots need touching, I had barely any make up on and I was wearing a pair of jeans, my uber fab fake Ugg's and a puffa jacket - kneeling on the floor and playing with our mad dog.
It's not everyday we exchange heart stopping compliments like this and when I do get them, they feel surprisingly wonderful.
Ive never been one to take compliments very well, not that I'm complaining but I get awful shy and try to be modest in my acceptance.
Of course you think there is an ulterior motive to such things but I knew this was heartfelt. I just knew it.
But I never sit here and think I am beautiful.
I'm sure there are people who do and are right and are brave enough to be so bold.
It feels kind of funny.
I'm still blushing.