I love Susie’s writing. She inspires me. And, she sort of reminds me of a younger me, only a lot more fun.
Last week my family went on a trip to a zoo. We’re zoo people. It’s fun for us to explore new places and see the crazy animals.
As we walked through, we stopped at the flamingo habitat. The pink diva birds stood on their spindly legs, bending graceful necks to sip from a puddle or turning to preen their gaudy feathers.
There among the flamingos I saw a brown duck. Just your average quacker. She waddled around next to one of the leggy flamingos.
You know what. That duck didn’t look self conscious. She didn’t suck in her tummy or try to seem taller. She didn’t gather all the stray pink feathers from the ground, trying to pass off as something she wasn’t.
Nope. That duck owned her duck-ness (not a word, but go with it, people).
You are who you were made to be. Me too. But there are…
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