Right from staying in the hospital, I received messages that disability was something I should avoid identifying with; a paraplegic peer supporter told me they were dismayed at having to get a moon boot because they would look "even more disabled."
This is a love letter because these acts of inclusion are in sharp contrast to lots of what makes up the daily grind of being a disabled person. I call it love because it feels like the appropriate antidote to
I cannot pinpoint a single defining moment I realised I wanted to model. Instead, it was the overarching fact that I knew deep in my bones that disabled people deserved more. At my core, I wanted to feel wanted. I