Natasha Hull

Sweat pours down you back, chest, and arms. Its a humid Spring day in Columbus, Ohio and its the first weekend of OSU's Spring semester. You're out jogging and as you glance up ahead you see a young woman hunched over while sitting on a park bench. You hear her quiet sobs before you see her tears. She looks up and swipes almost angrily at her eyes and smiles. She's very pretty but her skin is blotchy. Some of it a natural color while patches of white are visible. You ask if she's alright.