Dedicated to my future children, and their children after that, and their children after that. In case I turn into one of those old faces who refuses to share anything about their past.
Mes amours, you have a right to know.
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I'm Told That I'm Beautiful So Much That I'm Starting To Not Believe It
Non-FictionA memoir on Girlhood, Death, and Body Dysmorphia!
