The Day I Was Soaked In Sadness, And She Was Cheerful.

Are You Sexy Enough?

One day, you look at yourself in the mirror and you don’t recognize yourself.

Who is this woman? You ask. Who are you?

You look tired, and you blame the stressful life, the lack of sleep, the worrying thoughts that never help you relax.

Then, the next day, you are there, looking at yourself again, and you realize that you are not tired or stressed, that’s who you are now, that’s your new face, just older, and very different from the image you had of yourself.

A few days ago, I was in that mood. I felt uncomfortable with my new or old body, not being myself anymore.

Since I had to change a dress I bought online, I decided that some shopping might be the cure to all issues, and I went to a big store.

When I finally found the kind of dress and size I liked, I was already exhausted. All the women in the shop were more beautiful and younger than me, and most of the clothes were not suitable — I thought — for my new me.

Then I entered the changing room, which turned out to be the door to hell.

Watching my pale skin under those yellow lights, was the final straw. There was not a single dress among the four I chose that fit me well.

I know I am a lucky person and I know that there are worse problems, but I felt like my previous looks had abandoned me, and I was simply just sad.

I finally chose one dress, just to avoid going to the shop again, and going through the same uncomfortable experience.

When I went to the cashier, I was assisted by a woman who I thought was a transgender. She had a very deep voice, long black hair, curly lashes, and some scars near her ears. Even if she was in her uniform, black t-shirt, and black trousers, she looked very elegant and feminine to me.

I simply thought of how her life has been difficult.

She noticed me and I am sure she tried to cheer me up: “Hey, honey” she said, “did you find something sexy in this color?”

She was very sweet, and she pulled me out of the sadness I was in and made me laugh.

In fact, I was not looking for anything sexy, but I felt like the plainest woman in the world.

Even if my dislike was due to external appearances, she helped me realize that external looks were very important for her too. She must have intensely struggled more than me.

I liked that girl! I guess I need to go there to buy something and speak to her again. She helped me accept the changes my body is going through.

Once again, kindness wins.

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