Learning to Take a Compliment

When someone compliments me, I blush, look down, change the subject, rebut. One day I was crossing 23rd Street in Portland, and then a Native American man crossing the opposite way noticed me and exclaimed "You're beautiful!" with a great big smile. I was taken aback and just stood in the middle of the street for a second. I smiled and quietly said "thank you" and walked with a lighter step. I told my mom she needs to believe in herself more - maybe I need a dose of my own medicine. One beautiful bald gay man who dirty-danced with me on New Year's Eve told me that I'm beautiful too and that I am his favorite. Hee hee, *blush*.