Dildora Yusupova
Maxilla-facial Surgeon
I never shy of my scar because my dad always told me that I am the most beautiful.
I was about ten years old when running away from my brother, I caught the kettle that was standing on electric stove on the floor. I slipped up and sat on a spilled boiled water. After I remember only the screams, noise, and hospital. I couldn’t walk about three or four months. Then there was a long period of rehabilitation, banding, a number of plastic surgery in Moscow.
My parents never hide my legs, they always put on me a short skirt, socks. And I accepted my scar as a given, as part of myself. At the school my classmates did not stare in horror, did not ask unnecessary questions and did not discuss me, for which I am grateful to them