“When I see the way you dress, it makes me smile.”
A coworker stopped me in the hall today.
She told me that the way I dress makes her smile. I always look nice and that the way I dress is my own. When she sees others wearing similar clothes, she thinks to herself, “Oh, he’s dressed like Matt.”
It was a new experience for me.
I’ve been the slovenly fat guy my entire life. I’m not handsome. I’m fat and balding.
For years, I avoided having my picture taken. Mirrors, too.
I didn’t like what I saw when I looked at them. I didn’t like looking at myself.
No. That isn’t strong enough.
I hated looking at myself.
I told myself, “When I lose weight.”
But, the last few months have been different.
For 30 years the entire world has told me I am aesthetically unpleasing. The fat guy doesn’t look good. He is the funny loser or the hopeless nerd.
He’s the sidekick, not the hero.
Today, I didn’t feel that way.
Today, I felt like the hero.