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If I can write a personal history, you can do it. It all starts with telling one story.
As a teenager, I wanted to be Cinderella, but I was a heavy metal wearing clueless wonder. One day I shocked my father and entered my first beauty pageant. Even though things went poorly in that first event, I began a quest to trade in my heavy metal attire for rhinestones and chifffon.
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