It was late afternoon. I was still at my computer, supposedly editing an article our website needed soon. My son was noisily racing his toy cars across the living room floor—an audible reminder that I hadn’t had time to play with him that afternoon. I also still needed to plan and cook dinner at some point before my husband and sister came home from work.
All women desire to feel beautiful. Every day, we see hundreds of advertisements for skincare, make-up, clothes and slimming treatments.
“What about Dakotah? Are you sure you two aren’t a thing?”
For months I had been fielding this same question from my family and other friends from campus ministry.
The standard answer I have on hand whenever people inquire about my single status is that I have not met Mr Right.
My name is Anatasya, and I have a skin condition called albinism.
When I was younger, I didn’t feel any different from everyone else. I only realized that I was different when I looked at other people’s skin and observed that the color of their skin is different from mine.