VOSHN 349

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="327"><tr><td class="etesti">327</td><td class="edate">After mid August, 1945.</td><td class="eage">17 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>My face had become ugly like turning my eyes away.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img820.jpg"><div class="large"><p>I wanted to see my face in a mirror, but my mother and younger sister didn't allow me to do it at any cost.  "Why don't they let me look at it?"  I wondered, so I went to the lavatory and look at my face in the mirror.</p><br><p>At first I didn't think that it was me in the mirror.  I thought there must have been a man behind me so I looked back.  But no one was there and I realized that it really was me.  I fainted  All the hair on my head was falling off and I was becoming bald.</p><br><p>And my face had turned red and was twitching.  I had keloids of skin burn on my face so I couldn't look into my eyes.  I had a great shock, which I couldn't put into words.</p><br><p>At that time I didn't commit suicide  Now I think this way  It may be a tiny matter for men but it's the hardest thing for women to accept the ugliness of their own face.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>