As I walked down the street, bag swinging against my hip, I tried to ignore the stares from passers-by. I raised my chin a little higher, determined not to let them get under my skin. After all, it wasn’t as if I could help the way I looked.
It was January 2023 and I’d resolved that this year I wouldn’t let strangers’ comments or staring upset me. It was hard though.
For decades I’d been subjected to cruel, mocking giggles, or been the butt of hurtful jokes. And all because I had been blessed, or cursed, depending