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When I was little

When I was little

When I was a little girl, I dreamt of being an airline hostess. I pictured myself dressed in a fitted Sarong Kebaya, serving delectable tidbits. In my visions, I was beautiful and elegant - everything a little girl hoped to grow up to be.

When I told my mum about my dream, she laughed out loud and thought it really funny that I should see myself as beautiful because she did not. She said something that reminded me I was not pretty enough to qualify as an airline hostess. That day, my little heart broke into a million pieces.

I learnt that day that words can hurt. Careless, thoughtless, casual words. It shattered my dream. From that day, when I look into the mirror, I saw myself the way my mum saw me - not pretty enough...until I discovered that ugly ducklings can turn into swans. What you are inside recreates the outside. I remember my visions and held on to them

Prov 18:21 "...Death and life are in the power of the tongue..."

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