The Compliment That Hit Different 🖤
OMG, I'm on a high right now! 😀
I was on my way home from swimming lessons yesterday, but instead of hopping on a bus, I decided to walk and get my 10K steps in - swapped the gym for steps.
Anyway, I was strolling… and feeling myself.
The rain had stopped, the air was fresh, and it felt good to be out walking in London's hustle and bustle.
I was starting to get a little hot, so I took off my beanie, letting my neatly cornrowed head feel the breeze too.
Yesterday was one of those days I wasn't in my pretty-girl mood. No softness, no curves, no gloss.
Certainly no cleavage. 🤪
I was fully in my masculine energy.
Wearing a slightly baggy, black jogger set, a pair of trainers, glasses and a long Burberry trench coat.
The energy was giving gangster.
Bad boy vibes only.
Collar up, hands in my joggers pocket.
Coat open, flying behind me like I was in The Matrix.
Pure swag. 😎
It was rush hour, but I wasn't rushing like the rest of the city.
I was floating.
Shoulders relaxed. Grounded. Unbothered.
Just moving through the city like I owned it.
Then suddenly -
I heard, 'Excuse me!'
A tall, pretty woman caught up beside me.
I turned, slowed down and said hello - thinking she needed directions.
But she smiled and said:
'I saw you on the bridge and thought… you look so cool. I love your hair! The outfit, your style - the whole look is giving!'
She continued,
'I wanted to tell you, but I lost you. So I told myself, if I see her again, it's meant to be.'
I was stunned. Completely taken aback.
'Oh my gosh, thank you!' I beamed.
Now listen - I was already feeling myself…
But that compliment?
That sent me straight to Cloud 10. ☁️🔥
It wasn't just what she said, it was who she was.
A fellow woman.
And not just any woman - a beautiful one.
Nahhh. Someone pinch me!
Ouch.
You see, when a man compliments you,
there's always a chance he's trying to get in your knickers.
But when another woman stops you in your tracks just to say you look fly?
It hits different.
Feels real.
Validating.
Empowering.
Unless she's a lesbian… then you might still be in trouble. 😂
But jokes aside - that moment made my day.
It wasn't about being sexy.
It was about presence. Style. Energy.
And being seen exactly as I was.
In my masculine energy - no glam, no tight dress, no cleavage - and still be 'giving'?
That's a whole different kind of validation.
That kind of recognition sits with you.
You get home, make a cuppa… and you're still smiling.
As I am now. Still smiling. 😁
