She looked gorgeous in her form-fitting, one-shoulder maroon and rose gold gown, her hair tumbling over one shoulder, a handsome young guy on her arm, and a bright-red Ford Mustang ready to take her to the dance most schoolkids look forward to: the matric farewell.
But until recently, Sanet Basson didn’t even dare to dream she’d have the confidence to go to the dance.
A lump the size of a tennis ball protruded from her neck and going out anywhere was an ordeal for the 18-year-old – let alone stepping out on the biggest night of her school career.
