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Background: I often wear yellow, orange, or bright green tank tops and shorts in the gym because, well, I like looking peppy and the bright colours make me feel good.

Tonight I happened to wear blue and grey, but a very handsome young black man named Rick came up to me in the gym and said, "I didn't get a chance to tell you last time I saw you here, but you were wearing orange shorts and an orange tank, and they really cheered me up and made my day. Thanks!" I was so chuffed at hearing this that I not only beamed from ear to ear, I did so good a set that I am moving up to the next weight level on that machine.

So if you see someone whose clothing, manner, voice or anything else about her or him makes you happy, tell him or her about it. Because it might make their day, too! And if Rick sees this, thanks a million--you made MY day!

Current Mood: chuffed

I decided to take an afternoon constitutional up Waterloo Road, and bought my Guardian on the way. I was wearing jean shorts cut just below my knees, and my favourite flip-flops. At the bus stop across from Elephant and Castle station, a complete stranger (male) walked up to me, shook my hand, and said, "Those are the finest pair of legs I've seen on a man in a long time." and continued on his way.

Now I've been told things like this before (the owner of my gym said to me once, "You know, people would pay money for your calves.") but for someone with a pretty horrible body image, it felt really good.