The Legacy I Want to Leave Behind

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What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

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I don’t want to be remembered for the clothes I wore, the titles I held, or the platforms I posted on. I want to be remembered for what I gave — the invisible things. The strength that whispered, “Keep going,” when someone else was crumbling. The voice that told women they could stand taller, love louder, and glow harder — even when life was trying to dim their light.

I want to leave behind proof that survival can look beautiful. That you can rebuild with chipped nails and tired eyes and still show up like a damn queen. That caregiving doesn’t mean you vanish — it means you expand. That being a mother doesn’t mean erasing your identity — it means evolving into a version of yourself that’s more.

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My legacy? It’s stitched into journals left open on nightstands, into moonlit meditations shared across time zones, into every latte-fueled pep talk typed at midnight on Voguegenics.

Let them say, “She made me feel seen.”
Let them say, “She never gave up on herself — or me.”
Let them say, “She turned her pain into purpose and dared us all to do the same.”

But I also want them to say, “She knew her rights — and yours too.”

I want to leave behind legal clarity in a world that thrives on confusion. I want the single moms, the burned-out caregivers, the survivors-turned-advocates to know: someone stood up for them. I want my work in the legal trenches — drafting motions, calming the chaos, fighting like hell for justice even when it showed up late — to ripple forward. Quiet victories matter. Paper trails matter. Your voice on paper is power. And I wielded that pen with purpose.

Let my legacy be one part courtroom grit, one part moonlit glow, one part relentless human compassion.

And if the universe is kind, let someone remember I did it all — in sequins, with a fresh coat of lipstick, and Louboutins that never made it to court but always made it to the party.

💬 What legacy do you want to leave behind? Share it in the comments or tag @voguegenics — I’d love to read yours.

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Dorey Duncan Scott Senior Litigation Paralegal

Hi! I’m Dorey Duncan Scott, a mother of three, wife and fashion entrepreneur. I started my career in fashion back in the early 90’s when I did print, still and runway modeling. I studied Fashion Merchandising, Music Business and Marketing, while also obtaining certificates in such industry-necessary areas such as make-up, styling and runway choreography. In addition, I had work as a spokesmodel for several brands, appearing in print and in person. As a former model, turned senior litigation paralegal, artist manager and on-air personality with a passion for fashion, beauty, and personal development, I bring a unique combination of style, strategic thinking, and legal expertise to my work. My years navigating the legal world have sharpened my attention to detail, while my experience and passion for fashion, beauty, and personal development drives my desire to help others feel empowered and help them in their journey toward self-empowerment. My experience in the fashion world has taught me the power of confidence. 

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