And here is my story. Like most teenage girls I was extremely focused on my appearance. I was a pageant girl chasing the dream. There were proms, formals, and homecomings; you know the teenage life. There was one little thing that could ruin it all, a slight tingle near my lip. This tingle was a guarantee the next week would be miserable. Be honest, when you see a person with a festering, gaping sore on their mouth, several terrible adjectives come to mind: nasty, infectious, and promiscuous. How embarrassing! For whatever reason, mine seemed to spread and move towards my nose and down my chin. On top of this, they…