Living with a disability isn't fun. It makes every second of everyday a struggle. It ravishes your body with pain that the strongest of pills can only dull at best. I have fought every day to do the simplest of things that you all take for granted. I am at constant war with my body. Every step I take every thing I do takes every ounce of concentration I have. Nothing comes easy for me. There is no feeling of natural. Every movement of my body is awkward and a constant reminder that I'm different, that I'm not "normal." But for my whole life I have tried to fit in and be just another face in the crowd. I have learned how to blend in and not draw attention to myself because I learned very early that it only brings bad attention. The looks, the whispers and the pointing. The constant ridicule and talking down to as if I were somehow less of a human. Years of practice has given me the ability to hide my disability. To fool everyone I come in contact with. I have become so adapt at my craft that even my doctors have a hard time believing. I didn't do this because I am ashamed of who and what I am. I did it so I could survive in this world. I did it so I would be afforded every opportunity that anyone else would be. I am proud of who I am and everything I have accomplished. I never let people pity me. I am everything I am today because I had to work ten times as hard as anyone else to get it. And I have to continue to work harder than anyone else just to maintain what I have achieved.
A strong mind can carry a weak body.
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