Why compliments feel complicated

Yesterday, a girl came up to me and said, "You have a very nice skin." Trust me, when I say this, I was beyond surprised—I didn’t even know what to say.

She kept looking at me, as if wondering if she’d said something wrong. I quickly apologized for my reaction and muttered a soft “thank you” to her.

When I got back to my room, I thought about it more. I absolutely adore my skin, but I didn’t think it was that good for anyone to compliment. Why do I find it hard to accept compliments?

Maybe it’s because, deep down, I don’t truly appreciate or believe compliments, even if my words say otherwise. Could it be an underlying self-esteem issue? Or perhaps I don’t believe them when they’re about me.

Maybe I’m not “selfless enough” to accept compliments, or have I become so used to compliments that they don’t faze me anymore?

Hopefully, I’ll figure it out... or maybe not

Selah.🤎