All my life I have been the "ugly duckling".  I mean, not ugly like children run screaming from me in pure horror.  Just--not pretty.  I don't think people were aware that I heard their whispered remarks on my looks, but I heard them.  And it hurt me.  "Her nose is soooo big! It's like she has no hair, it's so fine--bless her heart!  Thank God she has a good personality!"  Etc, etc.  OUCH!

I wasn't too worried about it for the first 10 years of my life because I knew the story of the ugly duckling.  One day I was going to wake up and be a beautiful, graceful Swan!!!  But everyday I woke up and darned if I wasn't still a duck!  Now, my mother was a swan!  So I kept the dream alive and wished and yep-even prayed-that my swanage would arrive.  Guess what?  It never did.  I am still rather odd-looking for a swan.  But guess what else?  I am a kick-butt Duck!!! 

Men will never call me beautiful unless they get to know me, and then the beauty they see comes from the inside, not the physical features that I posess. And that is ok by me (finally).  I am actually happy to be a duck!!!  

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Jun. 2, 2008 at 1:57 PM From one duck to another!  Kudos on being you!

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Jun. 3, 2008 at 9:16 AM

Hey Hon, let's start a new group, The Fucking Burka Ducks!  Love ya!

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Jun. 3, 2008 at 9:20 AM You know what? Swanage (love the word!) is in the eye of the beholder. I'm sure you've met "swans" who turned out to be shrews. I'm happy being a duck too - nobody who didn't already know me has ever wolf-whistled at me, but nobody who does know me has ever called me ugly. I think that means we're doing something right! You're beautiful!

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