My beautiful White Vitiligo.
It’s a beautiful day outside today – the brilliance of the sun over powered by some lovely grey clouds- it’s cool and breezy; exactly how I like it to be. I know it doesn’t fit in with most of your definitions of how or what beautiful days are supposed to be; but then my definition of beauty was always out of sync with you, world. Trust me, I did try to match up for a very long time. I have Vitiligo. I don’t fit in your box of beauty. I struggled trying to find a small corner in that box- with no real help from you. You stared. You still do. Your curious stare rakes up some dormant uneasy emotions that transformed me instantaneously into someone I used to absolutely hate. When you stare it makes me want to cover up my mouth as I speak, but the moment I start to do that I realize the hands are even worse so I am now trying to hide those hands awkwardly behind my back, under the table, looking down trying to avert your gaze and wishing I could say something to distract you from