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I also realized, there are two kinds of people in this world. There are the people who feel sorry for themselves, dwell, ask “why me,” and sink into pity. Or, theres the people, who take whatever they are faced with and ricochet.

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I’ve never thought about cancer. I’ve never known anyone who has had it, and while people around me participated in charity events and wore those little pink ribbons, I’ve always felt sort of a guilty detachment toward the disease.

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Things are falling exactly as planned; my pacing slow, but sure- footed and upwardly mobile. And then, I got pregnant, at age 21.

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Media and society at large flood our minds with a standard of beauty. Unattainable beauty, at that, witnessed with nude models advertising watches, bikini fashion shows made immaculate by airbrush and tanning beds, the entire Photoshop program and its accomplishments. We pray at the altar of waifs, with twig limbs and chiseled everything. We are absorbed in ideals, these unconceivable expectations thrust upon us so young.