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I was born into a world that excepted perfection. Women on TV had perfect hair and perfect lips and perfect everything. People were used to seeing the same faces and the same necks and the same bodies everyday.

Society excepted everyone to look the same even though we were all completely different.

When I was born into this world, I couldn't breathe normally. So, I had to get a Tracheotomy (Trach) tube because of that. The moment when the doctors inserted the Trach into my neck was life changing. It has been both amazing and devastating having a Trach.

My mother told me that I was younger, my immune system was weak. I would get sick a lot in second and third grade.

Now, my immune system is almost as strong as any another immune system, but it's still a tiny bit weak. If a virus is going around, I would most likely catch it. But I would recover. I would be fine.

I'm basically like every other healthy person on this planet. Expect with a Trach and a kind of weak immune system.

I also have something called Moebius syndrome. Moebius syndrome prevents me from smiling how most people smile. My left jaw is paralyzed, so I can only form a slight smile on the right side of my mouth. I also can't move my eyebrows up and down.

All throughout my life, I have had to deal with the fact that I look different from everybody else. I have to deal with stares from strangers. I have to deal with having someone ask my sister "What's wrong with her?"

I have to deal with this nonsense because I have a Trach, and I'm fine with that. I don't care about stares from strangers. I don't care about those stupid questions that people ask.

I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.

I keep telling myself that I don't care what other people think, but sometimes I really do.

We all care about what people think sometimes, right? We all get a little insecure. We all have something about our body that we don't like sometimes.

We all have flaws. We aren't perfect.

In fact, we are all perfectly imperfect.

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