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A new hair color, a cute french styled outfit complete with big square earnings and rich red lipstick can make for a content Paige. I don't dress to impress. I don't look nice for none other than myself (And the "bae") and boy does it feel good to feel good. I left the house feeling pretty satisfied with life. This content turned to feeling overjoyed because not only will it be 87 degrees today (compared to the 100 degrees it's been) which means its finally cooling down, but a nice gentleman told me I was very pretty. This simple compliment made me feel good about myself, coming from a complete stranger. Javier was his name, middle aged and interested in buying paint.

Yes, people tell me I'm pretty all the time. The "special guy in my life," my mom, relatives, friends... and although it means a lot to me and I believe that they think as such, somehow I feel extra special when a stranger says it. Subconsciously I think its because people close to me should be required to be nice whereas strangers have no obligation.

Growing up I made it a goal to compliment people every time I went out of the house. "I like your dress" "I like your hair" "You are very beautiful"... the compliments go on and on. Even now, at 18, (OH MY GOSH I'M TURNING 19 IN 10 DAYS!) I still give at least one compliment a day. SO I say to you now, when you think someone looks nice or you like something they have, don't just stare! Tell them! It will make that person feel even better! I know it makes me feel better.
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