As I grew older, the abuse increased. I began to feel that without my appearance, no one would notice me.

To cope, I developed a quick wit and led other misfits into rebellion. Teachers denied me the acceptance I sought because I was a “behavior problem.”

I poured myself into music and art, spending hours alone,dreaming.

I dreamed of becoming a musician. I dreamed of art school. I dreamed of parents who would accept me as I was. I dreamed of someone who would listen without judgment.

At times, I even dreamed of earning God’s favor.