I’d Been Ashamed of the Birthmark on My Forehead Since Childhood – 25 Years Later, It Changed My Life
I grew up believing the dark birthmark on my forehead was the worst thing about me. It sat right in the middle of my forehead, impossible to miss. The kind of mark that made people stare for half a second too long, then quickly look away like they hadn’t been looking at all. From the time I was little, I learned exactly what it meant to be “different.” In elementary school, the comments started early. One afternoon at lunch, a boy leaned across the table, squinted at my forehead like