When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without — Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
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When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without the great burden of isolation, which is what feeling ugly felt like.

— Lucy Grealy, Autobiography of a Face
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