ACCEPTING MYSELF
Two years later, in 2016, my leg had
stretched enough for me to give up
the raised shoe and the crutches. It
was as if I had gotten another chance
to live my life without a disability.
Looking back, I think my biggest
problem was not the stigma I felt
from those around me. My biggest
problem was accepting myself. I do
not think that I ever accepted my
disability.
My desire to speak for the voiceless is
still as deep as it was when I was secondary student . I am now a undergraduate of
journalism. I still want to
tell stories about the vulnerable in
the society.
Twice a week, I have physiotherapy
sessions. In the past year that I
have been without my limp and
without the crutches, I have noticed
that people treat me differently. My
peers now want to associate with me.
I do not get it. Back then, when I
needed a shoulder the most, my
friends were few and far between.
Now I have plenty to choose from.
stretched enough for me to give up
the raised shoe and the crutches. It
was as if I had gotten another chance
to live my life without a disability.
Looking back, I think my biggest
problem was not the stigma I felt
from those around me. My biggest
problem was accepting myself. I do
not think that I ever accepted my
disability.
My desire to speak for the voiceless is
still as deep as it was when I was secondary student . I am now a undergraduate of
journalism. I still want to
tell stories about the vulnerable in
the society.
Twice a week, I have physiotherapy
sessions. In the past year that I
have been without my limp and
without the crutches, I have noticed
that people treat me differently. My
peers now want to associate with me.
I do not get it. Back then, when I
needed a shoulder the most, my
friends were few and far between.
Now I have plenty to choose from.
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