Injury I thought to myself, what injury? Then I remembered my face. I know that sounds silly to you, that I would have to remember how badly scarred my face is, but I never think about it. To me, it is just my face, the way I am. I have had little comparison to other girls even now.
During the vast majority of my ‘travels,’ I managed to stay well away from other humans. I had only short glimpses of the men and especially of the women, and most of those were from a distance. What was a girl supposed to look like? How was I so different from them, even with my scarred face?
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