She felt like the ugly duckling, with
her braces that interrupted her
crooked smile. That felt like the
day to remove them was to long
she hated her metal smile.

Her glasses that looked like they
were made to see things in outer
space, that made everything she
looked at look ten feet away.

Her dress sense was something
to be desired, she looked like her
mother had given her hand me
down clothes, they never matched
her size or colours that clashed
in so many ways.

Her spots looked like you would
find in a book of connect the dots,
and you would win a prize for
completing the picture, with marker
pen upon her face finishing on her nose.

But  in every story, youth gives away
to age.

Now grown up, the teeth straight
not a metal bit in sight, laser surgery
and now she sees what she likes.
Her clothes she now picks, her confidence
now shot up to the sky.

Her complexion that once looked the
surface of the moon, now smoothed out  
all acne a distant memory, she like to see
her self in the mirror not scared of what
she will see.

Now to finish off, she is now white on
her wedding day, with the man that saw
her inner beauty so many years ago.

As she is a swan in white, the ugly
duckling was never really there, but to her
now gone away.