Don't
tell the pretty girl that's she's pretty.
She knows it.
There is
nothing that she can do about it. you think that she wants to be this
pretty?! Stop reminding her! If it was something that she could change
like her shoes and dress and hair then sure
feel free to compliment her, those things speak to her character, she
is willing to add or take away (or in the case of hair... sew) in order to improve herself. She sees a
deficiency (how in the world she finds those things...but yea)
When you tell her that she is perfect and that you wouldn't change a
thing about her its almost racist. You've latched on to the one thing
that she can't change, that she has no control over. Do you constantly
remind the pale Celtic that they the sun has a vendetta to kill them? Do
you remind your sister that she sucks at driving? What about people from Long
Island...do you tell them that their voice get really shrieky when they're upset ? No,
you don't! Because they'll get upset and then shrieky and then your ears will bleed.
So
why would you tell her, over and over again that you think she is the
most beautiful woman in the whole world? That your perspective of
beauty changes depending on her and that you're beginning to worry that
it has nothing to do with physical appearances cus you liked her in that
yellow tube top and that time that she was so sick that she wouldn't
come from under her blanket till like 4pm. You didn't even see her that time...just her fuzzy blanket!! YOU SPENT THE DAY FANTASIZING ABOUT A BLANKET!!!
Only the Lord could help us if
she suddenly lost an arm because you'd start to think that only amputees
are attractive which would completely throw off the modelling
opportunities for 2 armed girls. In short...
don't tell her she's pretty,
she knows,
she can't help it.
Just ask her about her day...she'll appreciate that more.
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