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This makes me laugh! Now, I was never considered “hot.” I wasn’t that kind of girl. I was bookish. I read a lot, wrote a lot, and was very opinionated. I got good grades, enjoying debating, and was very confident in my intellect.

It took my breath away the first time I was called beautiful.

I heard somewhere that pretty women like to be called smart, and smart women like to be called pretty, and I think there is some truth in that. We don’t need our strengths to be stroked the way we do our insecurities. It doesn’t mean that pretty women are idiots or that particularly bookish women are homely, it just means that we all have a pretty good sense of what we’re good at.

I know my strengths, but I also know my weaknesses. I’m a rather awkward person. I’m not joking when I tell you that I have trouble both peddling and steering a bike at the same time. I’m a klutz. I break dishes constantly. I’m told that I look like a flapping chicken when I run (by my loving husband, no less.)

To really butter me up, don’t tell me I’m hot. Don’t even tell me I’m beautiful. Tell me I’m coordinated! I’ll be putty in your hands. 😉