 There is probably no better or more reliable measure of whether a woman has spent time in ugly duckling status at some point or all throughout her life than her inability to digest a sincere compliment. Although it could be a matter of modesty, or could be attributed to shyness- although too many serious wounds are carelessly written off as “nothing but shyness” – more often a compliment is stuttered around about because it sets up an automatic and unpleasant dialogue in the woman’s mind.
– Clarissa Pinkola Estés (1945-) |
