I’m an affirmation junkie. Gary Chapman would say that my dominant love language is ‘words of affirmation’, but that sounds too tame. I think I may actually have a problem here. The mailman once told me I was beautiful. No, he wasn’t hitting on me, he was simply being his normal friendly self, but his words impacted me. I grinned all day. I ran those words through my head more times than is polite to admit. But more importantly, I felt beautiful because of his compliment.
I used to keep every nice note given to me. Each word of thanks or praise was read and reread, then tucked away for safekeeping. They made me feel good. Mere words on a page have a mystical power over me. Reading them makes me feel loved, and more, worthy to be loved.