I am down. I am real down. I …
Hello! Long time, no tip tapping on the keyboard.
There is nothing like a pandemic to bring out the best, and honestly, worst in people. Not so subtle biases have a way of becoming glaringly obvious. Racism, classism, and xenophobia have all reared their ugly heads.
So you may have noticed that my blog has a new name! But why? Well, let me tell you.
I have set an intention for February of self-love and acceptance.
I am someone who has constantly struggled with confidence. Take a girl with a disability who is pretty but not stunning and could use to lose a few pounds and you have a serious case of self-depreciation. However, after some major digging, I have realized that my biggest insecurity has always revolved around my disability.
It’s winter – well sort of. I’m in North Carolina which means spring and winter weather often occupy the same week. But I digress.
I am about to own up to something that I am sure no other human being will ever be able to relate to – I can get very angry, so angry sometimes that I want to throw a match and watch it all go up in flames. (Which I have never literally done so where is my gold star?)
There are three words I have heard all …
This post is going to focus more on my disability than any of the others before. Let me correct that, this post is going to focus more on people’s perception of my disability than any of the others before.
I think this post has been brewing in my mind for a while. I am still not 100% clear about it, but I am clearer than I ever have been. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be clearer still.