A Boy Asked Me to Dance at Prom Because No One Else Would Due to My Scars – The Next Day, His Parents and Officers Showed up at My Door

Or at least, you learn how not to flinch every time you pass a mirror.

The harder part was growing up with everyone else reacting to it.

At school, most people were careful enough not to say anything cruel out loud. But I noticed the stares. The whispers. The quick glances away when I caught someone looking. The questions people were too polite to ask continue reading …