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…
