By Laura VignaThe paparuzzi is a pretty, modern-day symbol of the American ideal: an elite, self-absorbed group of people who, for the most part, don’t care about anything except themselves.

I grew up in the era when you had to pay a fortune to see a paparazza.

You had to bring your own camera.

You were only allowed to wear one pair of shoes, no more than one.

The whole experience was a rite of passage.

I never imagined my life would ever resemble that.

I thought that if I wore makeup, my hair would blend into my skin, my eyes would look neutral, my nose would be natural.

Then I got married and my husband got cancer.

I lost all of my friends and family.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

My wedding day was supposed to be a celebration of being married.

I went out for dinner with my friends, but I never ate, I said to myself.

I was a good girl, I just didn’t eat.

And then my husband’s cancer came and he died, and I was so alone.

My life turned upside down, and my life turned into a living hell.

Then I saw the paparas for the first time.

I saw them, not just because they were expensive, but because they really made me feel like I belonged there.

I remember going out with my family one night, and one of my cousins told me she’d never seen me like this.

I’d never felt so alive before.

The papa is a symbol of a certain kind of people in America, and its ubiquity in our society has led to a certain amount of misunderstanding about what it means to be white, as if the papa was a black person.

But it’s not.

It’s just the epitome of the white American family, and the most important person in your life.

For me, it’s about understanding that my family is a very different, less than perfect thing than the family of my ancestors.

My parents came from Poland, my father’s family was from Hungary, my mother’s family from the Caucasus, and they were all working class people, not the typical wealthy white families that most Americans are familiar with.

And so my parents always had a different way of living.

I can’t say that my parents were wealthy, but they were not necessarily the wealthiest of their day.

When my dad died, I got to meet a lot of people of color in the media.

I met a lot more people who were not as fortunate as I was.

They lived on the streets, in the slums, in other parts of town.

They were not just working class.

And they were the ones that my dad and I were closest to.

It made me see that I didn’t belong in the same family as those other people, that I belonged to a family with more privileges.

I learned how to be strong, and so I could stand up to people.

But that’s just how I was raised.

I never knew any other way.

And that’s what made me understand why my family had been the ones who always stood up to me.

I don’t think I’ve ever met a person who didn’t stand up for themselves, or stood up for me.

And it’s just because I was able to fight for myself.

When I started seeing people of all races in the papas, and that was just a natural progression for me, I learned that you have to be yourself.

You have to embrace who you are, and you have the capacity to make choices.

That’s why I became a papa.

I realized that what I was seeing in the family was just not who I wanted to be.

I just had to be myself.

And the papal family taught me that you can never be the same person you were when you were a child.

You can never get the same happiness, the same satisfaction, the respect.

So it was always about making that change.

I’ve never been as successful as a papayas.

My parents had their own problems and it’s hard to have that same kind of success.

But when I started to make those decisions and do what they told me to do, I was really happy.

And I really wanted to make sure that my life was the best that I could make it.

That was a great lesson.

It taught me how to stand up.

And even though I didn’ think about it that way, I did know what to do.

When you’re a little girl growing up, there’s always the thought that your mom’s going to kill you and you’re going to die and your daddy’s going be the one who dies.

I had that thought a lot, too.

I didn ‘t understand what was going on until I was in college.

And for the last four years of college, I went to classes in a different language and I just realized