Converting a dislike of my disability to acceptance & love.
I disliked my hand, couldn’t see it, would hide it, cover it (wanted it gone at one point). It was different, and at particular age, that is singled out…but I ask this looking back…for who?
BUT NOW! more than EVER, I see it as one of my strengths. No, maybe not in terms of purely physical, but the experiences, to push through, to find a way…it builds a different strength, I wouldn’t be here today without that.