Only one boy asked me to prom because no one else wanted to go with me because of the birthmark on my face — everyone laughed until police officers walked into the gym.

For most of high school, I mastered the art of becoming invisible.

The hallways always felt longer for me than they did for everyone else. Maybe it was because I spent every day trying to avoid the stares.

I kept my dark hair carefully arranged across the left side of my face, hoping it would hide the birthmark that stretched across my cheek. It never really did, but pretending gave me something to hold onto…. Continue Reading ⬇️