Ugly Duckling

The Ugly Ducking, my sister and I

When I was a kid, I was chosen to dance the role of the ugly duckling. My beautiful sister, who is 4 years older than me, played mother duck. Ugly Duckling

The role suited me well, as I always felt like I was the ugly duckling in the family. My sister, on the other hand, was absolutely gorgeous. She was talented like no other on earth. In dance, she was magnificent, flexible, learning everything at an impossible speed, and her choreographies were amazingly out of this world. When she danced, you could cry as she reached the depths of your inner soul, and people did cry as their hearts were touched by the sweetness of her presence. Everything my sister touched turned to gold. She was also smart and gifted in being an accomplished pianist, playing the piano ever so beautifully.

Myself, on the other hand, I wasn’t blessed with such talent. Naturally not flexible and a super slow learner, I had to work super hard for everything. And of course compared to my stunningly, gorgeous sister, I always felt quite ugly. I admired her. She became my role model in life.

After playing the role of the ugly duckling, in order to get over the pain I was feeling I put into my sub conscious mind:” Well, like the ugly duckling, I prefer to be ugly when I am young, and beautiful when I get older!”

I must have been about 10 years old then.

Little did I know what was awaiting to happen.

To be continued……..


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