We’d not met before, but this morning whilst I was hurrying out of the doctors surgery in a rush to get to my next appointment on time, you were standing in line for reception. You caught my eye and I shot you a smile. Before I could pass you, you stopped me and said ‘You look lovely dear, you look just gorgeous’.
Taken aback, I thanked you and continued on my way. You don’t know me, you had no reason to say such kind words. You won’t realise this, but you made my day.
You don’t know me, so you don’t know that I’d been through four outfit changes already that morning. I’d changed my hairstyle three times. I’d stressed about how terrible I looked from the second I’d woken up.
You don’t know me, so you weren’t to know that I was on my way out of the doctors having had my fortnightly bloods taken and ECG. That the next appointment I was rushing for was with my therapist. That for the past year I’ve been under the care of a severe eating disorders team, trying to fight the eating disorder that’s taken over the last 13 years of my life.
You weren’t to know that I never feel gorgeous. That I ALWAYS feel fat. That I always feel disgusting, unattractive, ashamed. That I suffer from Bulimia.
You don’t know me, and you didn’t need to say what you did. Those words took seconds out of your day and cost you nothing, but they made me feel beautiful, just for a moment, and have had me smiling the rest of the day.
Dear stranger, thank you for complimenting a fellow stranger. A small act of kindness that meant so much.