A Boy Asked Me to Dance at Prom Because Everyone Avoided Me for My Scars — The Next Morning, His Parents and Police Showed Up at My Door
I used to believe the fire had already taken everything from me. It took my childhood first. Then my sense of safety. Then my reflection. By the time I was seventeen, I had learned how to survive being stared at long before I learned how to live with myself again. People thought scars only changed…