They called me an ugly duckling, time and again,
so I stopped reaching for eyes that never saw me.
And that’s when they finally looked—
but by then, I had already outshone them.
Strange, how beauty quietly blooms…
only when no one’s watching.
A Broad Views on Life – Through Humour, Idioms, Arts and Images
They called me an ugly duckling, time and again,
so I stopped reaching for eyes that never saw me.
And that’s when they finally looked—
but by then, I had already outshone them.
Strange, how beauty quietly blooms…
only when no one’s watching.