When I was a frog, I found myself feeling very sad. I cannot explain why. Perhaps it was because the way I felt when people looked at me. To them I was considered unattractive, slimy, and quite frankly, disgusting. That can wear you down.
But then I was kissed. Not by a princess or prince, but by the sun. I sat on a rock and enjoyed the scenery, soaking up the warm rays. I thought: If the sun, the greatest of all things, can bear to look at me, then I am beautiful. And that's really all it took.
Since then, I've realized:
- I am cute
- I am slimy
- I am a frog