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I woke up thinking about her smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ten seconds later, I was staring at a stranger in the mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Red sores, yellow crusts, burning patches across my forehead \u2014 like my skin had melted overnight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Panic hit first, then shame, then a crushing fear: What did she give me? What was happening to my bo\u2026 Continues\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stood there, gripping the sink, replaying every second of the previous night. Her laugh. Her kiss on my forehead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The warmth I\u2019d felt falling asleep. I went from Googling \u201cchemical burn\u201d to \u201cSTDs on face\u201d to \u201cskin-eating bacteria,\u201d each result worse than the last. B<\/p>\n\n\n\n
y the time I called the doctor, I was shaking, convinced my life had just split into \u201cbefore\u201d and \u201cafter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The diagnosis felt almost anticlimactic: impetigo. A contagious but treatable bacterial skin infection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Antibiotics, ointment, careful hygiene. No, my face wasn\u2019t ruined forever. Yes, I could heal. But the emotional shock stayed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One perfect evening had turned into a brutal reminder of how fragile our bodies \u2014 and illusions of control \u2014 really are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, every time I look in the mirror, I see more than scars; I see how quickly normal can shatter.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n
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