Some days…photo credit to my daughter who added her own feelings on my photo of “relatable” .
Today was a day when my voice was unusable. I knew it. So I went around the block with a pretty clear message.
Earlier I was wearing a shirt my daughter wore when she was 11 and my husband’s old running shorts.
Some, my mother mostly, would say I should care more about what people think about my appearance. I have learned in my 45 years of life that this body and what clothes it is a shell to my soul. My heart and soul matter. Not the clothes I have chosen that I find comfortable for that day to go around the block in my wheelchair. Not the sign that I have pinned on myself that says “please do not touch me” because no one seems to see my boundaries and I’ve currently lost my ability to voice them.
I challenge others to look beneath the exterior. There is so much more to me than what meets the eye.