In every photo of me until I was 6, my face is covered in scratches. My parents always said it was because printers were low quality back then. Today, I was visiting my aunt and found a photo album of a family gathering from 1992. I was horrified when I discovered one of the photos.
I saw “myself” and froze… I was completely covered in red patches. My face was so covered that I couldn’t believe it was actually me. It didn’t look like a printing error. It looked real.
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Confused and shaken, I asked my aunt about it. She told me I was born with a rare and severe skin condition—rashes and pimples covered my face and body. I had undergone years of treatment, and thanks to the doctors, my skin eventually healed.
My parents never told me. They thought the truth would be too much for me to handle as a child, so my dad edited the photos, hiding my face in every one. The photos were shocking… but more than anything, I wish they had trusted me enough to tell me the truth themselves.