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Ugly Duckling, Swan

I used to be an ugly duckling. I found an old 8th grade photo of myself and said, “Man, I was such a freaking loser.” My mother got real upset about this. She said, “Your dad and I always thought you were beautiful.” And my father replied, “You were never a loser, pal.” I thought they had to say those things because they’re my parents. But truthfully, from elementary school through my junior year of high school, I never thought I was an attractive young woman. I felt utterly invisible and unpretty growing up. For a long time I thought I was ugly. When I saw how my friends would get approached and asked out on dates, while I remained dateless and ignored, not to mention the insecurities I struggled with, having been one of the very few black girls in predominantly white neighborhoods and schools (and even through college) I thought, maybe that guy was right. I’m ugly.

That guy was an old crush I’d had in middle school. When he found out I liked him, he laughed and said, she’s ugly. When he said that, it stuck like glue – for years. Things got so bad that even when someone referred to me as beautiful or a guy showed interest, I thought the compliments were a cruel joke or that someone was just trying to be nice.  

Then, one day, it just kind of happened. I stopped thinking so little of myself and started to see myself differently. Acceptance was kicking in. I started telling myself, I am beautiful inside and out. Then other people started take notice, then all kinds of guys started taking notice (which still takes me by surprise) and then I realized, maybe I am beautiful.

I’m a big champion for young women, anyone really, that doesn’t feel attractive. I especially have a heart for people that feel invisible. I like to make them feel seen, because for so long and even still, I know what it feels like to be treated invisible, to feel like you don’t measure up, and feel like you’re not good enough. It’s a terrible feeling. If you’ve ever struggled with any of these things, I get it. I really do. You won’t be invisible forever, though. You’ll realize how great you are and others will too. And before you know it, you’ll see you were a swan the whole time. 

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