I’d Been Ashamed of the Birthmark on My Forehead Since Childhood – 25 Years Later, It Changed My Life

I scheduled consultations during my lunch breaks at work.

Doctors spoke calmly about “options” and “minimal scarring” while I sat in their sterile offices and tried not to cry.

The procedure was set for two weeks later.

I told my friend, Amber, over coffee one afternoon.

“You’re really excited about this, huh?”

“I think I’ll feel lighter,” I said. “Like I won’t have to think about it anymore.”

“But you know you don’t need to do that, right?

I just mean,” she said gently, “I’ve never thought there was anything wrong with you. But if this is what you want, I’m with you.”

That was enough. I didn’t need her to understand completely.

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