I have never been completely comfortable in my own skin. For as long as I can remember, I have always cared about what others think about me. I couldn’t leave my house without being in full make-up. If someone said they didn’t like something I was wearing, I would never be seen with it again.Continue reading “1. How The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life Began”
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