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An estimated 1.1 million of Americans are classified as legally blind, so my life is hardly unique

I wish I was like Mirelle, I told Hashem, that night. Why am I me and not her? But it was unrealistic, I knew. I’d never be like you

I was leaving all my friends behind. Except Eliana. And yet high school, it seemed, had no room for her

“Am I not good enough anymore? Do you need me AND Perry to be with you all the time?”

Everyone else has pairs and pairs of fashionable shoes. Why am I always different?

Sometimes, it just feels like I live with a monster. A monster called perfectionism