For context, I’m a fat lesbian. While grocery shopping, I saw a man about my age (mid-20’s) who was clearly putting a lot of effort into his appearance and it was working. He had two-toned dyed hair (one-half blonde, the other black), was wearing some well-done makeup that I couldn’t do, bright purple jeans, good tattoos, etc. Overall, the look worked, and he’d clearly put effort into it. It was the nicest mom move that a mom has ever done; she saw the struggle I was having and tried to help.
I said excuse me and mentioned that I thought he looked very happy and confident and good. The dude began crying in the middle of the supermarket. I felt so guilty for reducing a stranger to tears like that, but he explained it was because I’d made his day and he very rarely got complimented. Made me sad-happy at the same time, but mainly happy.
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