Burping, spitting, passing gas, nose-picking, gum slapping: most of these come to mind as topping the list of public etiquette taboos. One, however, that often doesn’t come to mind—not because it isn’t a common practice—is staring. Believe me, I should know.
I have found myself the object of many unwanted stares. I was born with a rare muscle disorder that wrecked havoc on my skeletal system leaving me physically challenged and my body deformed. My hips were displaced at a very young age, and progressive Scoliosis (curvature of the spine) disfigured my rib cage.