All is Full of KripLove
When it comes right down to it, I have nothing but love for the body I've been placed in.
I love my body. I love the fact that I'm still "learning" it in some ways. Still growing into it. And that that may never stop. I love that it takes ingenuity and creativity for me to accomplish goals, and that I have to teach others about that ingenuity and creativity if they spend any significant length of time around me. I love expanding minds and making people see things from a different perspective. I love the ways in which I am able to move, despite them not always matching up with the way I envision myself moving in my head.
I so appreciate living in a relatively barrier-free, wheelchair-accessible apartment. It means I can do many things without having to strap on my leg brace, should I want to. This was vastly more difficult in nearly every other place I've lived.
This past Saturday night I danced and danced and danced like mad, for two hours straight, in celebration of my twenty-eighth birthday. Fueled by alcohol and passion and connection with the music, I was IN. THE. ZONE. I knew if I sat down, I would break my groove and not necessarily want to get back up--so I just didn't.
I've got abrasions on my legs from the pressure from my braces--and I can actually comfortably navigate around my apartment, and my entire building if I want to, in my wheelchair so I can give my legs some time to rest!
I refuse to live in inaccessible housing any longer. Everyone deserves this type of freedom and comfort and self-determination.
I've got so much love for errything right now, my thoughts aren't even fully-formed. It's just emotion and this sense that I am right where I oughta be, in more ways than one.
(Also posted at http://daughtercell.dreamwidth.org/353756.html. There are
comments there.)
I love my body. I love the fact that I'm still "learning" it in some ways. Still growing into it. And that that may never stop. I love that it takes ingenuity and creativity for me to accomplish goals, and that I have to teach others about that ingenuity and creativity if they spend any significant length of time around me. I love expanding minds and making people see things from a different perspective. I love the ways in which I am able to move, despite them not always matching up with the way I envision myself moving in my head.
I so appreciate living in a relatively barrier-free, wheelchair-accessible apartment. It means I can do many things without having to strap on my leg brace, should I want to. This was vastly more difficult in nearly every other place I've lived.
This past Saturday night I danced and danced and danced like mad, for two hours straight, in celebration of my twenty-eighth birthday. Fueled by alcohol and passion and connection with the music, I was IN. THE. ZONE. I knew if I sat down, I would break my groove and not necessarily want to get back up--so I just didn't.
I've got abrasions on my legs from the pressure from my braces--and I can actually comfortably navigate around my apartment, and my entire building if I want to, in my wheelchair so I can give my legs some time to rest!
I refuse to live in inaccessible housing any longer. Everyone deserves this type of freedom and comfort and self-determination.
I've got so much love for errything right now, my thoughts aren't even fully-formed. It's just emotion and this sense that I am right where I oughta be, in more ways than one.
(Also posted at http://daughtercell.dreamwidth.org/353756.html. There are
comments there.)