Not sure why this struck me but facades are critical to human advertising. The pictures I paint are interpreted, perceived, and believed. It is a lesson I feel I need to teach my daughters but feel overwhelmed. I think I am still dealing with this today. Facades are where my thoughts are. Who do I want the world to believe I am and what am I willing to do to construct an image that helps sell me? I think humility is coming to terms with modesty enough to trust that you will appreciate me for my insecurities as equally as my facades.
Hispanics in Panic
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