The words, “you’re so sweet” dripped from his tongue like bitter honey.
Perhaps they were intended to be kind, a simple compliment to share with a stranger.
But the weight of his words rung through my ears as I wanted to tell him, “but, I am SO much more than sweet.”
You see, your passing compliment with its condescending tone has done nothing but minimize me to a one-dimensional being.
Someone whose soft voice and cheerful disposition define her as simple.
I wanted to tell him, you see sir, I’m more than sweet.
I’ve traveled the world, run a successful business, loved and lost, danced in the streets of strange cities, been afraid for my life and conquered the depths of my heart in a way that brings me both great joy and great sorrow.
I am more than sweet.
I am kind and generous and open.
Sweet, touches lightly on the idea that I was nice to you.
But, what it lacks is substance.
What you don’t know and what you may never know is that I am more than a girl in a dress who rings you up for coffee in the morning.
My myriad of experiences have turned me into a being both selfish and difficult while also loving and open and present.
I may not be perfect.
I am not easy to please, I’m independent to a fault, and certainly rough around the edges.
However, I am courageous, determined, and hard-working.
Don’t mistake my kindness for simplicity.
For I may not be perfect.
But, I am certainly more than sweet.