There was always a lot of mumbling from my new classmates, and eventually one of them would ask about my birthmark and open the floodgates. It was like Groundhog’s Day, as the teachers asked the same questions to my parents, and I had to differentiate the inquisitive kids from the bullies and class clowns. I vividly recall each first day when starting a new school. With each move came new teachers, new children and having to start over the process of people getting used to my birthmark. Courtesy of Scott CupplesĪs a child, we moved a lot and I attended over 1/2 a dozen elementary schools by 5th grade. When my father took that advice at the time, he had no idea that he was allowing my birthmark to potentially become darker and thicker as I grew up. I now know that vascular birthmarks aren’t studied thoroughly in medical school, and even experts in the field have differing opinions. We can’t treat him this young, so come back when he is a teenager.’ So, my father waited. The physician explained, ‘You can’t do anything until he’s older.

When I was old enough to ask about my birthmark, my father explained how our pediatrician advised him to wait and see if my birthmark would lighten on its own, and to consider treatments when I was older. My name is Scott Cupples, and I was born in Los Angles, California, in 1983 with a Port-Wine Stain (PWS) birthmark. There are many things that make us all different, but none quite like growing up with a facial abnormality. As far back as I can remember there were always stares, questions, rude comments, and the anxiety of constantly feeling different.

“It’s hard for me to say when I first became aware of my birthmark.

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