I don’t remember a single moment from my childhood where I wanted my vitiligo to go away. I remember understanding that I looked different from my friends, wondering why no one in magazines or on T.V. looked like me, and even getting picked on because of it, but none of those things made me feel like I needed to change myself. I think a lot of this had to do with my supportive family and friends that made me feel like the normal kid that I was. My mom would come into school with me on the first day, and she would tell the class a little bit about me. She would start off with “This is April. She likes to watch Rolie Polie Olie, her favorite food is macaroni and cheese, and she also has something called "vitiligo" that gives her two different colors of skin!" after the kids knew what it was, no one would ever bring it up, and they would just focus on the other facts about me that they could relate to.