“They Tried to Erase Me”: How One Woman Survived Vitiligo, Bullying, and Culture That Profits From Shame
By the time I was nine years old, I understood that my skin made people uncomfortable.
My earliest memory of feeling different is standing in the school bathroom, scrubbing my hands until they were raw and red.
That is how Amina Rahman began to tell us her story, not with anger, but with precision. She remembers the fluorescent lights, the chipped sink, the smell of industrial soap. She was nine years old …
