The ugly sisters

I wonder if Cinderella’s step-sisters were mean because they were ugly. They knew it and were jealous and even though little Cindy wore rags and had  dirt smudges on her face she was still  pretty.

Maybe. Maybe not. It was just a thought.

How many of the world’s problems are due to jealous and insecurity? It’s difficult to come up with facts and numbers, but my bet is it’s pretty high. When we’re the ones that feel that way (jealous and insecure) we either indulge in sinful amounts of chocolate and sink into low self-esteem (not aided by the bloated gross feeling the following day) or we turn into a queen bitch (and that’s a personality profile that just asks for drama and trouble).

Sometimes, we all have our “ugly” days. It just sucks when the “day” lasts more than 24 hours.

  1. all the worlds problems are due to jealousy and insecurity – those that aren’t are merely unfortunate (yet inevitable) natural disasters 🙂 in times of peril, or serious bouts of ugly days, i turn to this
    ( ) because her words help me see to the beauty in the world…..or maybe just because i have an insane e-crush/ i-crush on her!! it might not help, but hey…thats what friday night binges (and saturday morning cartoons) are for, haina ta?!

  2. I LOOOOOOOOOOVE SARAH KAY!!! She’s such a great poet and performer, thank you so much for the link as a reminder of day that can be good too 🙂

  3. icanwritesomething said:

    “And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry. So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried. “And, baby,” I’ll tell her, don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick; I’ve done it a million times. You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.” But I know she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for. Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it. I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that’s the way my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this. ♫ There’ll be days like this, my momma said. ♫ When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain, and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment. And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you.” Sarah Kay (If I should have a daughter-TED)

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