If it was a group photo, I tried to stand on the right side.
And if someone photographed me from the side, I almost always deleted the picture afterward.
Most people probably didn’t even notice the thing that bothered me so much.
But I noticed it.
In every mirror.
In every photograph.
Every time someone’s eyes seemed to linger on my face for one second too long.
Years earlier, I had already been through two major surgeries, and afterward I promised myself I would never voluntarily walk into a hospital again unless I absolutely had to.
But then one of my doctors told me something that changed everything.
“If we do nothing, the problem could become more difficult as the years go by.”
For weeks, I couldn’t make a decision.
One day, I wanted to go through with it.
The next, I convinced myself I could simply keep living the
