I’m beautiful too, aren’t I?
I always smile when I ask that question. Not because the answer is always obvious to me — sometimes it isn’t. But because saying those words out loud is already an act of courage, and I’m proud of myself for that.
This pink wheelchair is mine.
It carries me wherever I want to go — and I still want to go so many places. It doesn’t define me, it doesn’t limit me, and it doesn’t make me less than anyone else. It’s simply part of how I move through the world… and the world still has so much to see from me.
But some days, looking in the mirror is hard.
Some days, the way people stare hurts more than I admit. Some days, I need to hear from someone besides myself that I am beautiful — not despite everything, but with everything. With the wheelchair. With my story. With every piece of who I am.
So… will you tell me?
Because today I really need to hear it. And this smile you see right now is going to grow even bigger when your answer comes.