I used to hate the word crippled, like I used to hate myself. I used to have all these able-bodied fantasies, thinking: if I could just do this or that, things would be better. I used to think I was a nobody – just a crippled kid from the Rio Grande Valley – who are we to have dreams and to have goals, when we have to fight just to believe we’re worthy of them?
This is a celebration of acceptance, and letting go – letting go of old definitions, and making new ones. This is a commitment to keep fighting for the dreams we’re all worthy of. Our dreams are sacred; protect them, and protect your heart, because they’re one in the same.
Written September 1, 2015