My mother often tells me that I am a born beauty. She says that I had a fair skin and the brightest smile as a kid. As I grew, my skin complexion gradually started to change into something bluish and dark. My mom started noticing that I had ceased to grow in height and health in comparison to other kids my age. I had a tiny structure and couldn’t digest my food. I would fall ill most often and whenever I cried my body used to turn blue. Most of the time, I was short of breath.