Just what everyone wants to hear, right? Especially after seemingly spending hours finding the perfect dress and then adding the perfect makeup to go with it. Plus, how about the extra ten pounds you have just dieted away to make the "perfect dress" look even better. It turns out though, even compliments seem to be gender directed on occasions.
With a similar take on compliments, let's check in with Connie:
FABULOUSCONNIEDEEJuly 11, 2018 at 12:55 PM
I would add that being gracious in accepting a compliment can be just as important as giving one - and often harder to do. "
Great points as always! Thanks for sharing.
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