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  • nadinebrandes - Nadine Brandes - YA Author @nadinebrandes 2 hours ago
  • Here we go.
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I’ve gone back & forth on joining the #2009vs2019 trend. Because mine looks a bit different than aging or finding my style. To join in means to open up past-Nadine’s story that can’t possibly fit in a single IG caption. I have too much I want to say. But I’ll try.
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It took a while to find a photo from 2009 because several years back I deleted almost all of them.
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2009 - Here’s baby Nadine 4 months before graduating college. I wrote for fun, not yet dreaming of publication. When this photo was taken I didn’t mind my looks. I attribute this to my friends. They never treated me any different when my skin started breaking out as an after-effect of mononucleosis.
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But after college...things changed. My face got worse (swipe for a 2010 photo). I tried treatment after treatment. None worked. Strangers came up to me on the street or in restaurants to give advice or suggest a product/doctor/procedure/diet, having no idea this was caused by a virus. Make-up didn’t hide it. I felt ill every time I looked in a mirror. Eventually I stopped leaving the house altogether.
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Scripture said I was “beautifully and wonderfully made” yet I couldn’t bring myself to believe it.
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After months, I grew sick of the shame. I couldn’t change my looks but I could change my perception of self.
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So I covered all the mirrors in my house.
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As a result I stopped seeing my exterior. I stopped studying my flaws. I was able to focus on the Nadine beneath the skin.
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Days. Weeks. Months passed. And somewhere during that time...confidence crept in. It wasn’t found in someone else’s perception of me. It wasn’t found in my reflection. My confidence came from Christ’s design of me. Maybe that sounds cheesy, but...I found life.
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Perhaps that’s why I wrote books about a girl who loses a limb & feels broken, or a boy who wants a mask to hide his face, or a girl who conceals her skin because people stare at her differentness.
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It’s now 2019. I have scars on my face. I love them. I’m proud of the photos that survived to show this chapter of my life. I’m not ashamed. When I wear makeup it’s for fun—not to hide.
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I love my Nadine skin that God created.
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Ten years later...I own my story. Here we go. . I’ve gone back & forth on joining the #2009vs2019 trend. Because mine looks a bit different than aging or finding my style. To join in means to open up past-Nadine’s story that can’t possibly fit in a single IG caption. I have too much I want to say. But I’ll try. . It took a while to find a photo from 2009 because several years back I deleted almost all of them. . 2009 - Here’s baby Nadine 4 months before graduating college. I wrote for fun, not yet dreaming of publication. When this photo was taken I didn’t mind my looks. I attribute this to my friends. They never treated me any different when my skin started breaking out as an after-effect of mononucleosis. . But after college...things changed. My face got worse (swipe for a 2010 photo). I tried treatment after treatment. None worked. Strangers came up to me on the street or in restaurants to give advice or suggest a product/doctor/procedure/diet, having no idea this was caused by a virus. Make-up didn’t hide it. I felt ill every time I looked in a mirror. Eventually I stopped leaving the house altogether. . Scripture said I was “beautifully and wonderfully made” yet I couldn’t bring myself to believe it. . After months, I grew sick of the shame. I couldn’t change my looks but I could change my perception of self. . So I covered all the mirrors in my house. . As a result I stopped seeing my exterior. I stopped studying my flaws. I was able to focus on the Nadine beneath the skin. . Days. Weeks. Months passed. And somewhere during that time...confidence crept in. It wasn’t found in someone else’s perception of me. It wasn’t found in my reflection. My confidence came from Christ’s design of me. Maybe that sounds cheesy, but...I found life. . Perhaps that’s why I wrote books about a girl who loses a limb & feels broken, or a boy who wants a mask to hide his face, or a girl who conceals her skin because people stare at her differentness. . It’s now 2019. I have scars on my face. I love them. I’m proud of the photos that survived to show this chapter of my life. I’m not ashamed. When I wear makeup it’s for fun—not to hide. . I love my Nadine skin that God created. . Ten years later...I own my story.
  • Here we go. . I’ve gone back & forth on joining the #2009vs2019 trend. Because mine looks a bit different than aging or finding my style. To join in means to open up past-Nadine’s story that can’t possibly fit in a single IG caption. I have too much I want to say. But I’ll try. . It took a while to find a photo from 2009 because several years back I deleted almost all of them. . 2009 - Here’s baby Nadine 4 months before graduating college. I wrote for fun, not yet dreaming of publication. When this photo was taken I didn’t mind my looks. I attribute this to my friends. They never treated me any different when my skin started breaking out as an after-effect of mononucleosis. . But after college...things changed. My face got worse (swipe for a 2010 photo). I tried treatment after treatment. None worked. Strangers came up to me on the street or in restaurants to give advice or suggest a product/doctor/procedure/diet, having no idea this was caused by a virus. Make-up didn’t hide it. I felt ill every time I looked in a mirror. Eventually I stopped leaving the house altogether. . Scripture said I was “beautifully and wonderfully made” yet I couldn’t bring myself to believe it. . After months, I grew sick of the shame. I couldn’t change my looks but I could change my perception of self. . So I covered all the mirrors in my house. . As a result I stopped seeing my exterior. I stopped studying my flaws. I was able to focus on the Nadine beneath the skin. . Days. Weeks. Months passed. And somewhere during that time...confidence crept in. It wasn’t found in someone else’s perception of me. It wasn’t found in my reflection. My confidence came from Christ’s design of me. Maybe that sounds cheesy, but...I found life. . Perhaps that’s why I wrote books about a girl who loses a limb & feels broken, or a boy who wants a mask to hide his face, or a girl who conceals her skin because people stare at her differentness. . It’s now 2019. I have scars on my face. I love them. I’m proud of the photos that survived to show this chapter of my life. I’m not ashamed. When I wear makeup it’s for fun—not to hide. . I love my Nadine skin that God created. . Ten years later...I own my story.
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