As you know, I was born with Treacher Collins syndrome or CTS as you may know it. You may also know that I have been struggling with myself in the past. I would like to do what all other young people do without thinking, to breathe, eat, speak, and hear. I have come to the point where I cannot stand to look at myself in the mirror anymore. Sometimes I even cover up the mirrors in the apartment because I just cannot stand it. I have tried to maintain a positive outlook, even when others have stared at me in public. I am just tired of trying to mind my own business when in public and having to explain to the kids pointing their finger at me and asking their parents what is wrong with my face. That is why, I have finally made my mind up to get cosmetic surgery. I have formed any identity I could find and all I wish for is to know who I am. I know you are skeptical of cosmetic surgery, but I would like to thank you for the support, you have been giving me through the years and for being there and loving me when my own mother could not. I could not have done it without you. And thank you for making me feel normal somehow and standing up for me when I could not do it myself. Now I am only waiting for the doctors to call my name, and I cannot wait to look in the mirror with confidence and without the fixation of vanity.
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