The Scars We Choose
I was born with a scar - A white spot over my heart devoid of any skin pigmentation. After overcoming chicken pox at age 5, my supposed birthmark evolved. Wherever I had chicken pox, I now had more white patches of skin, redefining what my first discolored area actually was - a skin condition called vitiligo. I had vitiligo on my feet, knees, waistline and right eye lid. My mom and I playfully called them my “spots”. My grandmother, who passed away from breast cancer when I w