I gasped loudly in the silence of our sleeping house. She wouldn't trade it for the world? Angry and offended, I sat upright in the chair, startling Reid. How could she say that? She, who because her name and face is recognizable, has a ready platform for diabetic women wanting to hear her message. How could she minimize the awfulness of this disease? And why was our society so desperate to hear only happy endings, why are we unable to confront the ugliness in life? Fired up, I wanted to know why society only wanted to hear from the pageant winners of the world.
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