In School people always assumed that the reason I am in a wheelchair is because of an accident. And whenever I spokeup the conversation Stoppedin its tracks. Like most girls I hadinsecurities, but my insecurities are ones I could never hide from. Iremember just wanting to fit in like everyone else. Especially, when I hit middle school. Up until that point, Ihadfelt like every other kid my age.Read More
I learned pain at the bench of the piano.
My shoulders taut with tension, black pulses pushing up the back of my neck,
knotting around my eyes as I sat upright, practiced my scales and arpeggios