My disabled body is BEAUTIFUL.
When I was sixteen years old, I was diagnosed with a chronic pain disorder, and for the past six years it has gotten gradually worse, going from something that caused discomfort to something that caused severe pain as well as a whole assortment of other not-so-fun side effects.
Somewhere between my diagnosis and now, I started hating my body. I had spent years on diets, having never been happy with it to begin with, but I began to learn a new lesson: it is hard to love your body when it is at war with itself.
I’ve recently began to rethink my relationship with my body, and I’ve come to one major conclusion: my body is on my side. I can hate the disorder that has done this to me, but my body and I are fighting these battles together, so I shouldn’t hate it.
I’m disabled. But that doesn’t change the fact that I am gorgeous.