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Vitiligo
April 11, 2015
My own skin betrayed me. Berry brown legs silently slipped out of my grasp along with my final preteen days. Soft, white patches dotted my kneecaps and danced down my shins as I treaded through the seventh grade. Pale splotches appeared on my eyelids, lost and confused. I turned 13 with a cosmetic bag full of concealer. My olive skin lays stained and soiled by God, himself.
© Hadley B., Marblehead, MA
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I was 11 when my "white spots" first showed up across my knees, ankles, thighs, wrists, and eyelids. I was diagnosed with Vitiligo, a skin condition where a person loses the pigmintation in their skin. The spots clearly stand out against my dark skin tone. Although I was ashamed of my skin for a long time, I have since then learned not only to embrace it but to love it.