Where do our images of ourselves come from? Our parents? A mirror? Our friends? Strangers?
If a sales clerk tells you you have pretty eyes, do you take this to heart? If a cab driver tells you that you have an engaging voice, do you listen? Or since these people are strangers, do you ignore it.
However, when it comes to family and friends...should you even listen to them over a stranger? Since the day I was born my mom has never been able to harshly criticize me, not even for my own good. Hence, my 4th grade Christmas picture that I styled myself. (I already hate Christmas pictures being an only child because I look ridiculous with my yorkshire terrier...alone....on the front steps of my house.) But this Christmas picture is the one I hate the most. Due to the fact my mom didn't have the heart to tell me my rainbow striped turtleneck under my red and green dress looked heinous, my god awful fashion taste is immortalized in homes of family and friends.
This is my point though. Should we take to heart more what strangers tell us about ourselves, or what those who love us say?
Thanks to my mom, I think I just might have to side the strangers.