When I was a child,
I always felt the Ugly Duckling,
the one who couldn't smile at herself in the mirror,
I wasnt the popular one,
or the one who won all the dates,
I wasn't the one who smiled,
or laughed.
I stared in the mirrors,
and knew I wasn't wanted,
I was the Ugly Ducking,
looking back at me.
As I grew older,
and wiser,
I realized beauty wasn't outside only.
I learned to smile more,
to laugh more,
and to realize that the Ugly Ducking was growing.
Suddenly one day, I realized it,
I saw I wasn't the Duckling I had always thought to be,
but now, now I was the Swan in the story,
the one I had always wanted to be.
So now, now I smile, and laugh more,
knowing I am who I am,
and inside, I am beautiful,
and loved for what I am.
A contest entry
- Image Inspiration #8 by Grey Mouser.
425 points, ended March 29, 2007, 11 entries
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Reminescences are always of great worth to cherish. Well said dear. neatly presented and excellent narration. It is awesome. Keep it up dear love. I would be happy, if you could stamp your views on my poems.
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*smiles* this is such an inspirational piece. i remember my own ugly-duckling days, and how I started changing recently. it makes a big differance, allowing yourself to see your own beauty. ^_^ have a flower.
ps. Sammy is right about the clevage lol.
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The first step to true beauty is to find that in oneslf. Knowing that you are worthwhile and happy with yourself shows through so that others can see it.
Very nicely written. Thank you for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser -
That's really good! I loved it!!!
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Baby, I felt like this all the time, too. It wasn't until a few months ago when I finally looked at myself and said, "Well, this is about as good as it's gonna get. It's probably even downhill from here so I'm gonna effin' enjoy what I've got." And I have been. I think now that I am a tad more confident (or at least uncaring), it kinda shows through. It's all good, though. I'm okay. You're okay. And we're gonna get all slutted up and have some fun. hehehe. Because really, if you have cleavage like ours, who he hell cares about the rest, right? hehehe. So kidding! *hugs* I love you. This was a greaaat poem. It's so about me.
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