Sarah Ferguson, the Duchess of York, was faced with that challenge as a member of the British royal family. She has written a new book, "What I Know Now: Simple Lessons Learned the Hard Way," to share her life journey with others.
Sarah Ferguson visited The Saturday Early Show to discuss her book and the lessons in it - including balancing work and family life, personal finances, faith, loss, body image and fashion.
In 1986 at Westminster Abbey, Sarah Ferguson married Prince Andrew and stepped onto a world stage, where her every move and mistake was analyzed and amplified. The Duke and Duchess of York have two daughters together, Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie, and the Duchess says raising them in the public spotlight is no easy task.
She says the media scrutiny of her marriage and divorce - not to mention her hair, wardrobe and weight - fed her own insecurity. But her matter-of-fact manner earned the admiration of people around the world.
"What I Know Now" addresses issues she had to face as a person in the spotlight. She writes of eating out, eating right; co-parenting with her ex-husband; surviving critics and tabloid headline writers; and creating a refuge to unwind.
The Duchess uses her notoriety to help her two foundations, Children in Crisis and Chances for Children. The foundations recently established schools and provided housing and other necessities to families in Sierra Leone and Afghanistan.
She has completed a pilot for a one-hour syndicated talk show, planned to premiere in fall 2003 in the U.S. And, of course, she continues to be the high-profile spokesperson for Weight Watchers.
Read an excerpt from Chapter One of "What I Know Now"
Forgiving the Past
Readers of My Story may recall my old foes the Grey Men, the Palace bureaucrats who found me insufficiently royal in every way: my dress, my bearing, the friends I kept. They did what they could to make my life a misery, with a strong assist from myself, of course. After leaving their milieu, I'd had no contact with any of these gentlemen for an age - until last year, when I strolled down a street in Mayfair and passed an art shop. There in the window sat an original portrait, by a well-known painter, of one of the top courtiers.
I didn't think twice. I bought the portrait and sent it to the courtier (now retired) with a simple note that I thought he might like it for his children, and I hoped he was well, and I sent my love. I didn't buy the gift to be kinder-than-thou. I simply knew that it would please him, as it would have pleased me. I would have done the same for anyone I knew.
A few days later, the mail brought the man's response. Out of respect I will paraphrase, but here is the gist of it: I cannot believe that after all that has happened between us, you can be kind enough to do this.
In that exchange, our history was forever altered.
For years, I had stewed in my anger at all who had hurt me. Bitterness can be seductive. As long as you hold to it, you are forever wronged - and thus forever right. Over time, however, I came to realize that animosity was no good for me. It spoiled my natural optimism, made me tedious to be around. Worse yet, it kept me from learning from my errors.
When it came to the Grey Man in question, I thought about why I'd been so furious with him. Then I solved the puzzle: I was angry with myself, for the blunders that had prompted his rebukes. I tried to look at life from the courtier's point of view. By his own lights, he was an honest man doing his job. And if, with hindsight, he might have done it less gruffly, what did that matter now?
My first step, in sum, was to acknowledge my own trespasses. Once done, it was not so hard to forgive the Grey Man, too.
Now I see that I have no right to bear a grudge, nor any interest in it. To lash back can only feed the old injury and any lingering self-doubt. To snub a person is to forfeit our future together. In the end, we both lose.
I do not merely rise above old wrongs; I deny them their reality. I sever my connections to darker times and circumstance. I take people with a fresh eye and an open heart, as they come to me today. Their old dossiers have expired. Our new story has yet to be written. By refusing to hurt another, I heal my wounds as well.
Copyright © 2003 by Sarah Ferguson The Duchess of York. All rights reserved. Simon & Schuster, Inc.. Used by permission.