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Jennifer Lopez is an award-winning actress, singer, dancer, entrepreneur, fashion designer, film producer, philanthropist, and now author. She is one of the most influential female artist-performers in history and proud mother of two children, Max and Emme.
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The first memoir from actress and singer Jennifer Lopez in which she describes her empowering journey of self-discovery. Written like a personal diary and with intimate and previously unpublished photos it is now available in paperback.
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This is the story of how I discovered quite simply the truest love of all…
 
In Jennifer Lopez’s first ever book, True Love, she explores one of her life’s most defining periods—the transformative two-year journey of how, as an artist and a mother, she confronted her greatest challenges, identified her biggest fears, and ultimately emerged a stronger person than she’s ever been. True Love is an honest and revealing personal diary with hard-won lessons and heartfelt recollections and an empowering story of self-reflection, rediscovery, and resilience.
 
Includes more than 200 exclusive photographs from Lopez’s personal archives, showing candid moments with her family and friends and providing a rare behind-the-scenes look at the life of a pop music icon travelling, rehearsing, and performing around the world.
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PREFACE
IT’S OPENING NIGHT, the first show of my first ever world tour.
This was the first time we’d be doing the full show that we had been planning and working on for more than six months. I am in full costume, backstage with the usual cast of characters. I bend down to give Emme and Max a kiss before my mom walks them off to watch the opening of the show. This was going to be the first time they’d see their mommy perform in front of thousands and thousands of people. The last time I was on stage like this, they were in my belly.
As they walk away, Emme looks back and stops. I’m being buckled into the rig on a twelve-by-twelve-inch platform. The huge, full-feather train of my white skirt pours over the edges and it must seem to her like I’m standing in a cloud. She seems a little nervous, but excited. I’m nervous, but controlling my fear. I’m about to ascend sixty feet into the air. I know it’s crazy, because the crew is watching with faces that say, This is crazy! I give the operator the thumbs-up; he gives me the thumbs-up in return . . . and up I go, disappearing into the rafters until I am perched behind a huge video wall, where nobody can see me.
Emme looks up, watching me rise and rise and rise . . . From my perspective, everybody looks like little ants on the floor. I take a deep breath and think about the past year, all the hard work and the hard lessons that have led to this moment.
If I let myself, I could go weak in the knees. But I don’t. I hold strong as the band plays the dramatic intro while the opening movie plays on the screen. And when the video wall splits open, I’m standing there, a hundred feet above the audience, and the crowd goes wild. The spotlight hits me, and in my best old Hollywood voice I say: “HELLO, LOVERS.”
• • •
In this book I’m going to take you on the physical and emotional journey of the year I went on the first world tour of my career. The year that changed my life.
When I started planning the tour, I knew it was going to be the anchor for a very personal show. What I didn’t expect was how cathartic it would end up being for me. The process of building the tour and performing it each and every night for audiences around the world helped me get back to who I am—someone who sings, who dances, who expresses herself and connects with people through music.
So many times I wanted to abandon writing this book because I knew it would be a difficult process, delving into the past and reliving some of my darkest moments. Also, I didn’t want to be misread. I didn’t want anything to overshadow the magnificence of this great journey. This book is not a detailed account of any of my relationships, famous or not. This is not a “tell-all,” so I hope that’s not what you’re looking for. But by the end, I think you’ll agree, you’ll have gotten so much more. This book is about a series of patterns that go back as early as my childhood. This book is about my path and what I learned. It’s the story of a transformative journey where I faced some of my greatest challenges, overcame some of my biggest fears, and emerged a stronger person than I’ve ever been. This is the story of how I discovered . . . the truest love of all.
My genuine intention and what I hope to accomplish with this book is that others can draw upon the experiences that changed the course of my life and find encouragement in the mantra that motivated the following pages:
You will live.
You will love.
You will dance again . . .
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I wake up in bed alone. The silence in my room reminds me of the emptiness in my heart. I failed at love—again. Except this time, it wasn’t just me. I am haunted by the inescapable thought that I let down my beautiful babies, Max and Emme. I wanted so badly for things to have turned out differently.
As lonely as this bed feels, I can’t bring myself to get out of it.
ROCK BOTTOM
HITTING ROCK BOTTOM
I remember the exact moment when everything changed. I was in the desert outside Los Angeles, getting ready for a photo shoot.
It was a beautiful day in July 2011, and Marc and I had just celebrated our seventh wedding anniversary. Anybody looking from the outside in would have thought my life was going great: I had a husband and two beautiful children, and my career was flying high. I was on American Idol, the number-one show on the planet, and my new single “On the Floor” had gone to number one all over the world. To top it off, People magazine had named me their very first Most Beautiful Woman in the World, a few months earlier. How could life get any better?
What people didn’t know was that life really wasn’t that good. My relationship was falling apart, and I was terrified.
And now here I was out in the desert, getting made up for a L’Oréal shoot. I had done hundreds of these before—you sit in the chair, get your hair and face made up, go out in front of the camera, and do your thing. But this day didn’t feel like any other day.
As I sat there, my mind was racing. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe . . . I became consumed with fear and anxiety. What was happening to me?
My mom, Guadalupe, who lives in New York and happened to be in town that week, came to the desert with me that day, and my dear manager, Benny Medina, was there too. As I found myself in a panic, I leaped from my chair and said, “Benny, something is happening! I feel like I’m going crazy.”
In the end, the truth finds a way to surface, even if you don’t want it to.
Benny, who has been through so much with me over the fifteen years we have worked together and been friends, took my hands.
“Hey, now, what’s happening? What’s going on?” he asked.
My mom rushed to my side, too, a look of concern on her face.
All I could say was, “I don’t know. I don’t feel right. I’m scared. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
He tried to calm me down, saying, “You’re fine, Jennifer. You’re good. Everything’s okay.” To him I looked completely calm. But I wasn’t. It …