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What does your picture look like?

Our story begins when we are born.  The experiences we have frame our picture.  The frame might be bent, damaged or pristine depended upon those experiences.  The frame is not concrete it is  malleable like glass when it is warmed by the heat of love, forgiveness and acceptance.   I nside the frame there is a picture.  The picture is composed of two things: color and image.  The people we encounter throughout our lives affect the color of the palette that is used to paint our picture.  I have always believed that people come in to our lives for a reason..that reason may not be known in that instant, but the reason exists.  These colors like the frame are changeable throughout our lives .  When I was young my colors were mainly vibrant due to my friend's influences but there was always an undertone of darkness from the experiences I did not share with others.  Those dark undertones continued in my adulthood as the vibrant color...
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My Journey

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     There are a few things that are etched into my brain from when I was a child.  Like most children, I had friends, played outside and enjoyed being a kid.   One word that defined much of how I feel about myself as an adult is "husky"  the size of the clothes that I had to buy.  A husky is a dog..not in sizes though...husky means you are too big for regular clothes.   I was acutely aware that I was larger than others.  I remember being on diets.  One time my family was in the newspaper for losing weight on a low carb diet.  In the paper was our picture with how much each of us lost.   In high school I was on the spinach diet and while friends ate spaghetti,  I remember having "spaghetti" bean spouts and shrimp with cocktail sauce.    Most every day I stood on the scale and was weighed.  Needless to say, I was acutely aware of my size.  I would hide food from my parents.  When my ...
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