Quote by Lesley Hauge
““Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who is the fairest of them all? I whisper it first then I say it louder: 'It's called a mirror.' I shout over their excited yelping. I have turned away from its pretty silver surface as quickly as I can. I was my coarse hair, my dark worried eyes, and my wide, unlovely mouth. Who is the fairest of them all? Not me.””
