Wart Face Girl

She was 10-years-old with half a dozen cauliflower warts brimming the rim of her little right nostril. There was also a singular grotesque wart on the right side of her face just under her pouty pink bottom lip. The kids at school - mostly the boys - called her Wart Face Girl. While the cruel nickname was completely lacking any creativity, it couldn't have been more painful for her. She cried every day.

Even at the age of young age of 10, Wart Face Girl was always desperately in love with someone. She was obsessed with love, and she thought she'd never be loved in return.

By the time she turned 12, all of her warts were gone. The last wart to disappear was the one by her lip. It was the last wart to leave her, and it was the only one to leave a scar. It was only a small white blemish, and the only person who noticed it was Wart Face Girl. Regardless, it was her constant reminder that nobody would ever want to kiss her. She thought she'd live a lifetime without kisses, and nobody would ever love her.

In high school, Wart Face Girl needed emergency surgery. The doctors used a crank to open her stomach and they removed part of her intestines. She spent a month in the hospital, and came home with a new three inch scar in the middle of her torso just above her belly button. She almost died, and breathing was difficult for months. Wart Force Girl thought she'd never breathe easily again.

Now Wart Face Girl had two scars. One tiny blemish that no one ever noticed, and one live-saving disfiguration that couldn't go unnoticed. The first scar on her face made her think she'd never be loved. The second scar on her stomach made her feel like she'd never breathe easily again.

Time and years passed, but her scars are still there. Sometimes Wart Face Girl feels like she can't breathe easily, and she'll never find someone who loves her. But her name isn't really Wart Face Girl. And sometimes her scars remind her of that too.