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One day in 2012, when I was a sophomore in high school, I looked in the mirror and was surprised to see light patches on my cheeks that hadn’t been there before. I thought, “Oh my god, what is this?”
When I was a child I was diagnosed with eczema on my hands, but that was scaly itchiness—not light-colored spots on my pecan-brown skin. I had never experienced anything like it before, so my mom took me to a dermatologist near Hampton, Virginia, where I still live.
The long search for a diagnosis
The first doctor I saw (an older white woman) looked at my face and, without doing a physical exam or running any tests, said it was vitiligo…
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