Dreaming in my "Fancy Dress"
This is me, somewhere around the age of 4 or 5 in my “fancy dress.” Truth is… this is nothing more than a nightgown that I somehow determined was my fancy dress. When I put my fancy dress on I believed it transformed me into this amazing entertainer, wowing the crowds with my vocal prowess… and my gorgeous dress (of course).
This was back in the day when I still dreamed… uninhibited. I wasn’t insecure, self-conscious or reserved. It never cross my mind that others would question whether I could achieve my dreams.
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