My black loafers got compliments. I think the mirrors behind the heels caught people’s eyes.
A neighbor here has called me “chic” a couple times.
The shoe compliments were from random people I’d never see again and the neighbor doesn’t have any influence in my life that I know of. I’m fine with them, would probably also be ok with compliments from a pharmacist or a cashier. But if a person has any more involvement in my life than that, I’d prefer they not comment on my appearance.
Exceptions to the above:
-things I have absolutely no control over, like my eye color or my birthmark (several Black guys have told me it’s cool that it looks vaguely like Africa. It is how I learned to tell left from right, and is enough a part of me that I was hurt when my mother suggested having it removed towards the end of my teen years.)
-things I have been working hard to control, from people doing the same kind of work, who have been there commenting on what I’m doing. For this group to compliment what I’m wearing or a fitness group to compliment muscles in my back, if we ever see them again, would be to compliment my work, and I’m happy to hear those.
La Ped, those pants made me smile. I can see being ok with compliments on something that so intentionally steps out of the norm (which, actually, seems to be a lot of the items mentioned here) or something like Suz’s shirts that invite comment. In those cases, the comment is as much or more on the wearer’s decision as on their appearance.
