I had decided that I loved Dr. Ledford and that I wanted to see her constantly. For reasons I did not understand, I felt related to her. When she described her accident and the fire and her ugly face, I felt like she was describing me. Even though I wasn't burned. For some reason, I felt like I was the same. And suddenly, I liked her face very much. And I almost wished I had the same face. Because then I would have a reason for feeling the way that I always felt: defective. So if I looked ruined on the outside, at least I would know why I felt ruined. - Augusten Burroughs, "Little Crucifixions", Possible Side Effects