This is a protruding birthmark I have. I got a lot of beef for it when I was little, because it sort of looked like snot. However, I usually forget it exists, and my friends partially recognize me by it, I think. I feel like I'm probably going to try to get rid of it in the future, but it's strange because I don't really have any opinions about it.

Anyways, I wasn't born with it. Well, I guess technically I was, but it's not genetic in any case. It happened because I was born in an abnormal way-- I was proclaimed as dead, but when my mother convinced the doctors I wasn't, they took me out with something resembling a metal pair of salad tongs. My face was cut, and the repairative tissue became what you see in the picture.

I was essentially born dead. I was completely blue. Not just without air, but the color blue. I was choking to death on the umbilical cord. It was wrapped around me from my neck to my feet.

They also stuck a needle into the top of my head for a reason I can't recall, but the results seem to be an increased sensitivity in my scalp. It bothers me to this day. I had a horrible time with hair-brushing, and I dislike when people touch the top of my head.

Anyway, the dark story of my birth is behind this mark.

Even so, I'm alive and well today! I feel happy and relaxed more than anyone I see, and I feel like I have tons of potential. I guess this is just a story of how great the human body is-- adaption is phenomenal, especially thanks to mother nature. ^^

I'm too healthy for my own good. XD