About the Book
I heard a horrible screaming sound, like an animal being slaughtered ... then I realised it was me.
When Katie Piper was 24, her life was near perfect. Young and beautiful, she was well on her way to fulfilling her dream of becoming a model.
But then she met Daniel Lynch on Facebook and her world quickly turned into a nightmare ...
After being held captive and brutally raped by her new boyfriend, Katie was subjected to a vicious acid attack. Within seconds, this bright and bubbly girl could feel her looks and the life she loved melting away.
Since then Katie has gone on to inspire millions with her brave determination, but the journey hasn't been easy.
Beautiful is the moving true story of how one young woman had her mind, body and spirit cruelly snatched from her and how she inspired millions with her fight to get them back.
I would like to dedicate this book to my surgeon Mr Mohammad Ali Jawad: an innovative and forward thinking man. Without his skill and expertise this book would not have been written because there would not have been a story to tell.
BEAUTIFUL
A Beautiful Girl. An Evil Man.
One Inspiring True Story of Courage
Katie Piper
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This book is a work of non-fiction based on the life, experiences and recollections of the author. The names of some people, places, dates, sequences or the detail of events have been changed to protect the privacy of others.
Prologue
It was just a normal mirror, a round sheet of glass encased in a white plastic frame, but as I reached for it, my hand trembled.
Take your time, Katie, my psychologist Lisa said gently. Look at your chest first, then work your way up slowly, inch by inch.
But I didnt do things by halves I never had, and a few purple blotches on my cheeks werent going to change that. I mean, how different could my face be? It might be red and scarred a bit, but it would still look like me, right? Taking a deep breath, I held it up to my face.
All of a sudden, that normal little mirror became a window into hell.
Staring back at me was the most awful sight Id ever seen. My skin was red raw and weeping like meat hanging in a butchers window. My eyelids were puffy, and underneath, my eyeballs protruded like two cartoonish globes. My lips were swollen like sausages and my eyelashes and eyebrows gone. I reeled, unable to recognise the face peering back at me.
Thats not me, I thought, unable to understand what I was seeing. Have they given me a broken mirror? Or are they showing me a picture of someone else?
Staring at the stranger in the mirror, I sat frozen, studying every tiny part of the disfigured face. The way my left eyeball looked milky and opaque. The circle of raw flesh surrounding my left ear. The small, shrivelled mound my nose had become. The way my cheeks had sunk into my skull: my face had melted into my neck like candle wax.
My hitherto disbelief and desperate denial shattered. I wasnt a model and TV presenter any more. How could I be, looking like that?
No, I whimpered, my chest heaving with sobs. But no tears came: my ravaged eyes couldnt even cry.
What have you done to me? I wailed inside. Wheres my face? Get it out of the bin, and give it to me right now. Ill fix it myself.
Its early days, love, my dad said, soothingly.
You wont look like this forever, Lisa added.
But all I could hear was the thump of my heart, and the whoosh of blood in my head; their voices sounded far away. Even though I sat there in silence, in my mind I screamed and screamed. I screamed for my beautiful, stolen face, but it was gone forever.
Chapter One
Head Full of Dreams
Gold plastic tiara clamped round my feathery blonde hair, I whooshed my red cape in a circle around me.
Say cheese, Katie, Dad said, peering into his camera.
Im not Katie, silly, Im She-Ra! I giggled, as he snapped away. Im He-Mans twin sister. The Princess of Power!
It was a bright spring day in our leafy back garden, and I was trying out my brand-new dressing-up costume.
Will you take another picture please, Daddy? I beamed, whirling like a dervish as my cape danced around me. Round and round I twirled, the daffodils and daisies whizzing by in a blur of yellow and white. Even though I was only three or four years old, I already loved having my photo taken.
Born in a quiet village in Hampshire in 1983, I had had an idyllic childhood. My dad, David, owned a barber shop and my mum, Diane, was a teacher. They doted on my older brother, Paul, my younger sister, Suzy, and me.