This is probably the first picture that verifies that I am/was a very Odd Chick. I had the starring role as the ugly duckling in this performance and I can remember being very proud to play that role. (that's a duck bill on my head and I have an unseen feathery fluffly tail that I waggled at the audience at the end of my dance).
Odd Chicks don't just happen you know.
Nope, they are raised to believe they can be play ugly and love it.
They're taken to ballet classes, piano lessons, tennis lessons, dressed up for pictures, and generally doted over by a tribe of loving people.
They are taught that the world is a friendly place, that people are good, and that gratefulness is at the heart of everything in life.
They are provided not just the things they need, but most of what they want. They are cared for emotionally, and nurtured spiritually.
And when she had a passion for blue birds, she got bluebird books. And when she had a passion to sew, she got a sewing machine and all the material she could use to make short-suit sets for the summer. And when she collected piggy-banks- she had 3 shelves of them. And every passion is met with enthusiasm and applauded and encouraged.
She was raised with an abundance mentality - that love never runs out.
And when an Odd Chick grows up, she doesn't mind being odd because someone said she was unique and not like everybody else, and special. And proved it to her by their actions.
Love has never, ever run out in her life.
Thanks to all those that love an odd chick.