Lucy Grealy
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This singularity of meaning--I was my face, I was ugliness--though sometimes unbearable, also offered a possible point of escape. It became the launching pad from which to lift off, the one immediately recognizable place to point to when asked what was wrong with my life. Everything led to it, everything receded from it--my face as personal vanishing point. ✨ Lucy Grealy (1994). Autobiography of a Face, p.18, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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