Accepting flaws.
Today on the way to the office, I have seen aged woman, and her body was uncomfortable to look at, she had Vitiligo, and her skin was in discoloration and full of white and dark patches, I have seen people with this disease but never thought of them, but now, my mind questioned, how it would have been when she got to know that she cannot look normal like others, her skin, her appearance will always look like this, it may be uncomfortable to her too whenever she looks up on herself and on the mirror, it would be a huge mental trauma she would have gone through with herself, she can’t complain, blame anyone for this, she would have cried many nights with this thought that she doesn’t look like others, she look different, she would have thought that she doesn’t belong to her, like my thought may be limited but hers, being in her place it is very difficult to accept, but she is being, even I saw her husband was with her, he was fine and I feel like they both are fine with that disease, but...