A couple of years after I started blogging, you’d pop up every so often -- always under the ever-so-clever Anonymous moniker, of course -- with a comment about how I looked or a dig at my disability.
I have finally heard from the man of my dreams, but my nervousness -- not my disability -- is holding me back from making my dream of a first kiss come true.
freeman sheldon syndrome
I was sure my physical disability was my embarrassing beauty mark. No, not beauty mark. Ugly mark.