My classmates made fun of my birthmark for years

that had been laughing only minutes earlier. Something inside me shifted.

I walked over to the stunned DJ and took the microphone from his hand.

“Most of you have laughed at me since freshman year. For my face. For my clothes. For things I never chose.” I clenched my jaw. “I was born with this birthmark. I cannot wash it off. But tonight, I learned the continue reading …