Discovery

Blog 36 ...

Just a few more feet of height would have qualified me for a dream-fulfilled fashion model’s or flight stewardess’s careers.  If my legs were taller and my feet in better shape, my gait and perspective of the horizon and everything else my eyes could see would be much more expansive.  A lackluster predicament governed my head’s locks as well.  It always had a dry, wavy story to tell, but I’d like it to have been straighter.  No matter what I did, it never assumed the quality of ‘well-cared crown of glory’.  My arms give me no comfort at all.  They are short, and they never have allowed me to reach up as high or as far for anything I wanted to grasp.  Fat and bulgy, almost swollen-looking hands are at the end of my short arms.  What’s worse, they are cursed by ugly-looking fingernails that would never stay as pretty and pampered as other girls’ naturally or artificially healthy and well-manicured nails.  I look in the mirror and I am reminded of an aunt who ran her hand down from my forehead to my mouth and bypassing the bump of my nose.  She mockingly asked where my nose was, and all those around us would burst into a crude laughter!  True, my nose doesn’t have the height of other girls’ or boys’ noses.  I do not have a head-turning physical endowment.  As a matter of fact, I am simply ‘plain Jane’ through and through.  Looking grand on the outside used to be a great deal of concern.  One day though, I discovered I had so many other special gifts and talents inside me that made me so very beautiful like a swan!