Living with Neurofibromatosis
As Ana got older, the mark grew bigger. "Around the time I started playing with crayons, I started realizing that I was different from the other kids," she says. "They would ask me why I looked the way I did, and I didn't have a way to explain it because I didn't know myself."
Though her classmates were able to see past Ana's appearance, Ana says she grew up wanting to be like her friends. "I asked why God was so mean, and my parents would say it was just the way he wanted me to be born," she says. "I felt like I did something wrong."