Denise Renner

  • Love Covered My Shame

    The scars on my face had become part of my identity. Even after they were healed, I still wanted to hide, but God would not let me.

    When I was 12 years old, the mirror became my biggest critic.

    It was then that a painful acne condition began to take over my face. Often I'd walk the halls wanting to hide behind a locker door, a book I was holding—anything to avoid being looked at. I was so ashamed, I wanted to hide.

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