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When I was Little ( first posted on thebarefootfoodie.org on 20 May 2010 )

 

When I was little

NOVEMBER 3, 2014BAREFOOT THOTS

First posted on 20 May 2010

It all adds up
It all adds up

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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