So… remember the body-shaming episode from the other night?
https://www.swingingheaven.za.com/stories/fact/no-offence-but-the-most-offensive-sentence-starter-ever
Apparently the universe heard about it and decided to step in with a little cosmic customer service.
Because sometimes life knocks your crown off…
and sometimes the universe sends a random stranger to help you pick it up again. 👑
Let me explain.
Late last night — after I finished some work (yes, I know… working on a Friday night, who even am I?) — I met up with a friend at a casino. Not naming the casino… we’re protecting identities here. 😏
Anyway, I was looking good.
Hair done.
Make-up done.
Smart outfit.
I felt good.
But… in the back of my mind there was still that lingering thought from the night before.
Ladies… you’ll understand.
"Is my hair okay?"
"Is my make-up fine?"
"Do I look presentable?"
And if you’re an over thinker, like me, you’ll know that your brain doesn’t just ask the question once. Oh no.
It opens a full committee meeting in your head.
Other over thinkers — please stand up and identify yourselves. You know exactly what I mean. 😅
So there I was, walking through the underground parking lot toward the casino entrance, minding my own business.
At that exact moment I was sending a voice note to my friend telling him I had arrived.
Suddenly a car drives past me with a group of guys in it.
One very attractive guy leans out the window and shouts:
“Jy't mooi boude!”
......drives off.
Now remember — I'm still busy recording a voice note.
I was so stunned that my brain completely short-circuited.
Instead of saying something clever…
something confident…
or even just “thank you”…
What did I yell back?
“WAAAT?”
Yes.
Just “WAAAT?”
Perfect. Brilliant. Smooth. Absolute queen behavior. 😂
And of course the voice note kept recording.
My friend receives this message that goes something like:
"Hey I'm in the parking lo— WAAAT??"
He must have thought I was yelling at him.
I did apologize and explain what happened… because honestly if someone shouted “waaat” at me mid-sentence I’d also be confused.
But that is the point of the story.
At that very moment…
A complete stranger — someone who doesn't know me from a bar of soap — casually drove past and shouted something that restored something in me that someone else had knocked down.
He had no idea what had happened the night before.
He didn't know about the body-shaming.
He didn't know I had spent time questioning myself.
But in that random, ridiculous, unexpected moment…
the universe gave something back to me.
Confidence.
Validation.
Restoration.
And it hit different.
Because compliments on dating apps or from people you’re chatting to are almost… part of the environment.
You expect them.
But when a random stranger blurts something out in public with zero agenda…
It lands differently.
And suddenly I felt it again.
That spark.
That moment of “Wait… I actually feel good.”
The surprise.
The disbelief.
The thrill.
The “did that really just happen?”
I wish I knew who that guy was.
Because I would honestly love to thank him.
He unknowingly gave me back something I needed at exactly the right moment.
And that’s the funny thing about life.
Sometimes one careless comment can knock your confidence down a few pegs.
But sometimes the universe sends a random stranger in a car to shout something about your boude and suddenly things balance out again.
Life works in mysterious ways. 😌
So here’s the takeaway.
If someone knocks your crown off…
don’t panic.
Sometimes the universe is already sending someone else to hand it back.
Mine might have a little dent right now.
It might not be perfectly straight yet.
But it’s back on my head.
And I’ll wear it proudly. 👑
