Over the past few weeks, as we’ve moved through the holidays, the death of our founder Alex’s father, and the
When I was 14 I became a right leg amputee and my body became objectified in a whole new way. All of a sudden my entire identity became my leg, my prosthetic, my disability. I was the “chick in the wheelchair” or “the girl with one leg.” …
I was 11 years old the first time I noticed my thighs. I fixated on their size, the way they squished together when I walked. I loathed them.
The most important thing I’ve learned is that you must not let anyone try to convince you that your mental illness isn’t valid. You are not alone.