She was the most beautiful woman in the world. 

No one doubted. 

With one picture ... the world took note.  She was beautiful.  No one questioned it. 

She even came to believe it beyond question. 

She had heard it so many times that she accepted she was beautiful. 

The definition of the word personified.  Not in an arrrogant way ... just in a way that one would expect to accept something they'd heard all their life.  If you'd heard all your life you're ugly or you'd be pretty if only you had a better smile ... she never heard those criticisms ... she came to believe that she was what the world saw as beautiful. 

She knew her faults. 

She knew she wanted to be loved for who she was ... not for what she looked like.  It is not that she knew she was not beautiful it was that she knew she was no more beautiful than any newborn child.  For some reason everyone saw in her the beauty of a newborn child.  It became a burden.  She wasn't "beautiful" in that sense ... she knew it ... she was human ... a "human" ... a beautiful human, she understood. 

She, however, knew herself as only she and God knew.  No matter what praise the world might lavish upon her ... she was still her ... the girl ... the being ... the creature she'd known all her life. 

She wasn't the fantasy caught in a still frame.  Though, the world might have embraced that "thing" in a picture ... that wasn't her to herself ... that was just one picture ... one still frame ... and life is more than that ... and that, she had grown to learn, painfully ... moment to moment ... is not what most people knew. 

In a weird way she lived her life as an infant ... a fantasy ... but her life was hers ... not theirs ... not a poster on a wall ... no matter how much her fame and fortune were entwined with that image ... she was a woman ... a life ... a being ... someone that wanted more than a stillframe could ever know ... and so her secret became a quest to share that that one image is and is not her. 

One moment in time may define a life to others ... but to the one whose life is being defined it is only one moment in a long relationship ... no matter how long the life ... it is only one moment in a lifetime relationship with God ... with one's Creator ... she knew she had to share that truth with others ... no matter how unpretty ... how damaging it might be to that "one moment" image ... and she did ... and survived ... providing testimony that no one understands ... a testimony that on the last day, in the last moment is between her and her God ... Who was there in the first moment when ... and in the moments that followed ... so many marvelled at what they did not understand ... what they saw ... but did not see ...