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

Over time, you get used to your reflection.

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.

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