I have always felt others were better than me. Prettier than me. A reason to be a giver, not a taker. I went into this with the hope I would see, in me, what others could already see. Not just a hard worker, or a mother with all those extra responsibilities. You know: cab driver, nurse, cook etc. a loving heart and caring nature. Well okay. I could see some, if not all of that. But to see the beauty that shone outwards from my inner self. That was the hardest for me to believe in. I am not, and never will be a catwalk model. Or so I thought. My day was full of firsts for me. My first time with false nails and eyelashes. A fantastic make up artist who highlighted my actual looks. A photographer who put me at ease to get the most of me in my outfits. To the end results making me cry at the beauty shown. I am beautiful. I am a real person after all. I am beautiful. I can now see it. I have the photo to prove it.
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Debbie Dewhurst
