Category: Everything for a Princess
I have scars some have been the result of a terrible rare disease that nearly destroyed the right side of my face. I was only 11 years old when this disease without a name suddenly appeared. I was seen by so many top doctors and specialists in NYC and nobody could diagnose what was happening to me.
Running out of options my desperate parents were recommended to see one of most respected innovative Dermotologists name Norman Oreintriech . His client list included Elizabeth Taylor, Andy Wahol , Cary Grant and so many others.
Dr Oreintriech was intimadating when my mother took me to see him for a consultation when I was twelve. He took a look at my face and told my mom “I have never took on such a young patient, but, I am willing to try to fix the damage done to her face because even though she has terrible scars I can see how beautiful she was and will we be again.” Then he added “Honestly, if I saw no potential and if she was below average looking, I would tell you to not waste your money and your time and just take her home.” I still remember how those words changed my life and how it to be given “HOPE.”
Dr Norman Orientriech gave me my life back. He slowly filled up face with small monthly amounts of silicone every month. I waited for hours sometimes in his waiting room filled with well dressed very attractive NYC socialite types of women. When I finally saw the doctor he would take photos of my face and inject over 100 or so painful silicone injections into my right upper lip and lower cheek and chin area until the small vial containing the carefully measured monthly amount of silicone was empty.The whole routine took about 5 minutes. He would barely say anything to me or my mom except “See you next month.”
I teenage years were taken away from me socially. I still had tons of girlfriends who were “True Friends” and never left my side while I was disfiqured. They treated me exactly the same although there lives were all about going to parties and having boyfriends. I wasn’t jealous, I listened to their stories and was happy for them. If somebody in school made fun of me or called me things like “Scarface” and one of my many popular friends were present they would defend me and verbally attack these few immature mostly male bastards.
Over 100,000 dollars and over a 100 or so monthly trips to Dr. Norman Orientreich , my face was finally almost scar free. The scars I endured battleing this illness emotionally would still haunt me till this day.
I was 22 years old, engaged and well, okay quite beautiful the last time I saw Dr. Norman Orientriech. I was all grown up and Dr. Orientriech looked younger every time I saw him over the past 10 years. He was now developing skin care products for Nuetrogena and Clinique . That day we both decided that I didn’t need any more injections. His job was done and the promise he made my mom and me over 10 years prior came true.
Mr. Orientriech wished me well and hugged me tight and like always he was in a rush to see his next patient but I could see he had tears in his eyes.
That was over 30 years ago.
On this Father’s Day I want to dedicate this post to Dr. Orientriech a dedicated dermotologist who invented so many skin products and procedures years before other top doctors in his field. He is also a loving father. His son David and daughter Catherine are both Dermotologists have their practice in the same NYC office.
I saw David Orientriech a few weeks ago for some touch-up work on my face. He told me that his dad was now retired and 90 years old.
At the end of visit David Orientreich looked at me closely and said to me “I finally know who the girl in the photo still sitting on his father’s desk for so many years is!”
“It’s you!” The girl in the photo was me indeed. What a honor!
Happy Fathers Day Dr. Norman Orientriech ❤️
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If not you may want to take a step back and take a long look in the mirror. Do you look happy and feel loved? If not you should re-evaluate your current relationship and ask yourself “Don’t I deserve to be respected and adored.?
The answer is “yes.”
Is your crown slipping???? If so maybe this relationship isn’t meant to be. If you are put down, insulted, controlled, sad, and cry more than you laugh ….. walk away now.
You don’t destroy people you love.
Daddy I Wish….originally posted on my blog You Are Already Beautiful Parry Romberg Syndrome and Me My story by Cheryl Rick Klein
I am sharing this very personal story to support #rarediseaseday and #NORD
If you know someone suffering from a rare disease please reblog and share this post originally written in 2010 to #raiseawareness , #educate and #support others living with a #RareDisease
Dedicated with love to MANNY RICK my dad who died May 23, 2000
My father was the first to notice that something was very wrong with my face when a small cut by my chin didn’t heal. He wasted no time and took me to every medical expert to find out was was wrong.
He held my hand and told me that I was still beautiful and told me to remain strong. He told me he would never give up to make me well again.
He showed me what true beauty is. You won’t find it in any mirror.
My dad lost both his legs to complications having diabetes.
I told him what he told me so many years ago.
Be strong, you are a beautiful person.
And he was………
It was the day of my little sister’s wedding. I went over to my parent’s house
to get ready for the big event.
Suddenly, my mother, and my two sisters were gathering their gowns and were heading to the door. ” Where are you going ? I asked.”
We have to get to the temple early we are having our makeup done professionally. They didn’t make a appointment for me.
My face said it all. My dad who was watching the situation remarked “I told you it wasn’t right to not include Cheryl.”
I just stood speechless as they pushed past me and headed out the door.
I ran upstairs to my old room and cried. I didn’t understand why I was not included. I lost half my face to Parry romberg Syndrome and it took years of cosmetic procedures to erase the damage on the outside, however in that moment I knew nothing could erase the emotional scars I tried to hide from the world.
Could my own family be so shallow and actually be jealous I became too pretty???
My father called me to come downstairs.
He had tears in his eyes when he saw me. He opened his arms and hugged me tight. We cried together in silence.
Then he said the most beautiful words to me I will never forget.
” You don’t need a make-up artist you are so beautiful just the way you are.”
I loved my dad more than anyone in the world. He saw the pain I hid in a smile.
My father also was fighting for his life after he was diagnosed in his late 50’s with Diabetes.
Diabetes is also a auto-immune illness that ravaged my father’s body and eventually took both his legs.
I told him the same words he told me years ago. “You will always be beautiful to me daddy.” I hugged him tight and he cried like a baby in my arms.
Parry Romberg Syndrome became a official rare disease in 2001.
You need to be strong, very strong to beat your own personal “dragons” whatever or whoever they are.
Sometimes I just give up because I don’t believe my own fairytale has a happily ever after.
The last few months a very evil “dragon” has beaten me and my family down. Without my consent my husband moved my 78yr old mother in law into my house. She and I have never gotten along. The stress level has been so bad since the dragon moved in that three months after she invaded my home my husband had a sudden heart attack at 53 years old. I believe “karma” had something to do with this . I get chest pains everyday and worry I am next. “Somebody is gonna die if this “dragon” doesn’t leave.”I tell this to my husband everyday. He tells me then to leave because he is afraid of his mother the dragon.
After knowing my husband 25 years he picks the dragon over me.
I am angry , very very angry.
I have been battleing the dragon my heartless fire breathing bitch of a mother in law for now 8 months.
Friday night “You are killing me.” … no response . I say much louder “Get the fuck out of my house!!!!!!”
She and her 24 hour aid that also lives here look at me like I am crazy….
My husband tells his mom “She is off her meds.”
What meds ????? I may be depressed, but I am not psychotic . I want to scream but stay silent.
I creep upstairs to my new “bedroom” which used to be the living room. It is the only place I have any privacy. The dragon is confined to a wheelchair and can’t get up the stairs. I am alone but I feel safe.
My 18 year old daughter is horrified with the abuse I have been put through. She had been withdrawn because she desperately wants to help her mother. She also wants the dragon to leave. She yells at her father that he is destroying me and she can’t handle seeing me in such pain.
My sister called today and told me bluntly,”You have to leave your son of a bitch husband .” I laughed silently “My husband is a son of a dragon bitch.” Lol.
You have to find the strengh to get your life back. “You have your whole family behind you to help , you are not alone.”
I don’t care anymore about my husband or the dragon. They are monsters for what they have done to me.
I will unlock my own dungeon and escape this very scary “fairy tale.”
This won’t be easy and will take time but I will find my “happily ever after.” Without a sword I will beat the dragons.
These fire breathing dragons will be very angry when I leave my dream house that I loved and and brought up my two daughters in for the past ten years.
And that’s me in the photo above. I walked through the flames and exited my personal hell . I will never look back.
I had to repost this highly informative and totally hysterical post I found on Google when I was looking for information how to make a Voodoo doll to make my uninvited houseguest , my motherinlaw , leave my house after seven months of torturing me and my family after seven months of pure hell.
Let me explain why I was researching “Black Magic?”I ‘ve tried every every other way imaginable to ask her to leave from using the polite approach “By the way when are you going back to your gorgeous three bedroom condo ,I heard you can get to the 2nd floor now that they finished fixing your elevator!!!!!!!!!!!!” That was about four months ago! Now I basically just say “Hey you bitch with the evil eye! “Get the fuck out of my house you took over.”
For those of you apoalled by my lack of respect for my “evil” M.I.L please don’t judge me until you have the same nightmare situation as me.
Some of you might be saying leave the wheelchair bound grandmother alone she is old and lonely. WRONG!!!!! for there is no reason she should even be in a wheelchair in the first place millions of people get hip replacements like her and walk fine. She is just fucking lazy!
Also she has long term nursing care and not only does my M.I.L live with me but I have had at least 15 different 24 hour aides that also have slept in my basement for the last seven months. Nothing like having creepy strangers who got a “aide” certificate from taking a three hour class at Walgreens, lol,so they can sit all day in my den , wipe my M.I.L’s ass and watch Dr .phil all day!!!!!!!!
This is basically the short version why I was looking to alternative methods to get my Motherinlaw to leave my house.
Enjoy reading the reposted article below. My husband and I were LMAO!!!!!!
I have not made or bought a voodoo doll yet but I probably will today!
Ask Voodoo Mama
The “Dear Abby” of Voodoo answers your questions about New Orleans Voodoo, Hoodoo, Conjure & Spiritualism
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Is a voodoo doll like a person so you can like…hurt someone?
Interesting question, and one of the most commonly asked. Voodoo dolls in the New Orleans Voodoo tradition are meant to be used as focusing tools in ritual and meditation. However, because of the portrayal in popular media of Voodoo dolls are something to stick pins into in order to put a hex on someone, it has unfortunately become a common practice by those who are not true followers of Voodoo to use them in this way. Some people believe that you can affect a person in any way you want following the principles of sympathetic magic. Sympathetic magic suggests that you can influence a situation or person by imitating that which you desire. So, in theory, if you “harm” a Voodoo doll that was created to represent a specific person, then you will also harm the person that the doll represents.
There is a strong psychological component to sticking a pin in a Voodoo doll. It can actually be quite therapeutic for the one doing the sticking. If you are the intended target, just the suggestion of someone hexing you with a Voodoo doll is enough to create a self-fulfilling prophecy. In other words, if you believe things will go wrong, they will. Indeed, Voodoo magic is faith based, which means you have to believe in order for it to work. However, the idea that you can influence things to come simply by thinking about them has been challenged.
For example, several years ago, a team of psychologists at Harvard took “several dozen college-aged men and women, a fake Voodoo doll and an obnoxious man wearing a “Stupid people shouldn’t breed” t-shirt…Each test subject and the confederate were ushered into the lab and seated at a table in front of a handmade twig-and-cloth Voodoo doll…For background, the experimenter told the pair they would be partners in a study of “physical health symptoms that result from psychological factors…in the context of Haitian Voodoo'” (Morin, 2006). Both partners were given a scholarly article on Voodoo deaths to read.” The twist was that one of the participants was a confederate and instructed to act in an annoying fashion in the presence of the other participant. The other participant, coined the “witchdoctor” because of the role he was to play, did not know that the other participant was a confederate.
“The confederate dressed and behaved normally with half of the participants — and very badly with the other half. He arrived late wearing the obnoxious T-shirt, and muttered, “What’s the big deal?” when the experimenter said she was beginning to get worried. He tossed an extra copy of a consent form toward the trash can, but missed and left it on the floor” (Morin, 2006).
The confederate (victim) wrote his name on a piece of paper and pinned it to the voodoo doll. Both participants were then asked if they had any of 26 physical symptoms, including runny nose, sore muscles, and headache. The victim stated he had no symptoms, a statement overheard by the witchdoctor.
“The witch doctor was then left alone and instructed to think “concrete thoughts” about the victim. The researchers assumed that those participants exposed to the confederate in his offensive guise were more likely to harbor “evil thoughts” about their victim–an assumption that was later borne out when they asked them if they had thought badly about their ill-mannered partner. When the victim was brought back into the room, the witch doctor, again acting on instructions, stuck five pins into the Voodoo doll. The victim was again once again asked if he had any ailments. This time, he complained that he had a headache.
The witch doctor-participants were escorted from the room and completed a questionnaire asking whether they felt responsible for the victim’s headache, whether they believed they had actually caused them harm and whether they actually had caused the headache. “The participants led to generate evil thoughts about their victim were more likely than the neutral-thinking participants to believe that they caused his headache” the researchers reported.
In fact, test subjects who had thought bad things about the creepy victim were, on average, twice as likely to feel they were at least partially responsible for causing the headache than those who had neutral thoughts, they found. “These feelings of responsibility were apparent on each of the individual items in the composite,” they reported, indicating that evil-thinking participants were more likely to feel that they had caused the symptoms, that their practice of Voodoo caused the headache, and that they had tried to harm the victim” (Morin, 2006).
Check out this video. It is related to the present discussion and demonstrates the power of suggestion. Atheist, sceptic & mentalist Derren Brown challenges the beliefs of a New Age believer with the use of a Voodoo Doll.
Morin, R. (2006). Who do that Voodoo at Harvard? Pew Research Center Publications. Retrieved: http://pewresearch.org/pubs/66/who-do-that-voodoo-at-harvard
Denise Alvarado at 9:54 AM
DrkMIrageJune 4, 2015 at 6:38 AM
If you have a brand new voodoo doll, and left it at work, can it do any harm to who ever finds it? Even if no spell work has been done on it?
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The Fur Pom Pom Mom
This cute furry Pom Pom keychain is #trending as the must have #accessory of 2016. They come in every color and price range depending on the brand and if the fur is real or faux. My daughter bought me a hot pink fox fur Pom from Saks for Hanukah. She told me a Pom keychain makes it is so easy to find your keys in a large handbag. Sounds like a item I really needed because I have really big handbags.
I thought about Adrian, a former #RHOB , who always said , “The bigger the bag the smaller the tush.”
I totally fell in love with Adrian’s #fashion logic! From that moment on I only have bought really large handbags!
I attached my keys to the hot pink Pom Pom and placed it in my handbag. That night I needed to get my asthma spray out of my bag and so I got out of bed in the dark half asleep and reached into my huge handbag and felt something furry and screamed! “There is a huge mouse in my bag.” I got my hand out of that bag so quickly and threw the bag across the bedroom. The bag landed upside down and the contents of my huge bag fell out and were now scattered all over my bedroom floor.
The first thing I saw was that hot pink furry Pom that practically glowed in the dark. I found my “mouse.” Yes, I just had a very embarrassing blonde moment !!!!!! #LOL !!!!!!
Maybe I should get a furry Pom Pom hat ? Hmmmmmm
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POM POM faux fur keychain 18$ available at Vanilla Sky, Merrick NY
When I heard about David Bowie death I was in shock. Unlike other rockstars Bowie led a very private life and like most people I didn’t even know he had cancer.
David Bowie was at the peak of his career in the late 1970’s and 1980’s . I was about 14 when I heard the song “Changes” one day after school at my friend’shouse. The song shocked many because the lyrics were interpreted that Bowie was either gay or transgender. The song was written about a very “taboo” subject at the time it was released. I remember my friend and shut her bedroom door so her mother couldn’t hear us playing “Changes” over and over again…….. I fell in love with David Bowie’s music that day so long ago.
Bowie was a true original. He didn’t care if he was labeled “weird” or controversial. He was a true artist and talented writer. His songs have some of the powerful and beautiful lyrics about his view on life and love. So many of his song lyrics have become very popular quotes. Below are some of my personal favorite David Bowie lyrics that touched my life forever.
We lost a true Rock Icon the day David Bowie passed away , but he left us his musical legacy that will be listened to for generations.