If You Don't Like The Way I Look

Then you are going to absolutely hate this post.

The holiday season can bring out the best in people. Sadly, it can also bring out the snark. I recently received some lovely feedback from someone whose name I will not mention. Their intent, I think, was to provide me with a fresh perspective concerning this blog.

"U look like s**t," was the opening salvo. "U r fat and old u lok like a retard. Stop it."

I am so grateful for these pearls of wisdom. I think my eloquent friend deserves an explanation, don't you?

First of all, I'm crippled, not retarded. There's nothing wrong with being intellectually disabled, however, I am only physically disabled.

Secondly, I'm well aware of what I look like. If you think I'm doing this out of some arrogant sense of self-deluded ideation  (lots of big words; Google them) you are mistaken. I know that I twitch and shake. I know that I'm round, aging, spastic, and that I don't photograph or film well except on a fluke. Believe me when I tell you that I am keenly aware of every physical flaw I possess. But, I've come to terms with how I look. I will never be thin, or young, or graceful. I will always be round (although I'm working to be a little less so), I get older every day, and I am a spaz. I write this blog not out of some misplaced conceit. I do it so that every other woman who may be round, or old, or palsied, can hold her head up and feel beautiful.

Finally, I can take comfort in the fact that I am not you. I do appreciate your candor, but I've been called worse names by better people - and in person, not hiding behind a computer screen. Vitriolic comments sting at first, but they tend to only make me stronger. So no, I won't, "Stop it".

Thank you and Merry Christmas.

To the rest of you; thank you for everything. It's good to be me!

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Step Two: Wake Up Sleeping Beauty

Your life starts today.

My thanks to those of you that added your Outer Spaz list to "The Good, the Bad, and the Palsy" . We all share a common thread. Nobody likes the hand they were dealt. Too fat, too thin, too tall, too short. Not good enough. Why bother trying?

Because who you are is beautiful. Because the most important thing you can wear is your own acceptance of your inner beauty. Think of it in terms of the zen that is a Tootsie Pop. Perfection is a hard candy coating. It's the tootsie roll at the center that everybody wants to get to. Without that you are nothing but a mannequin. With it you are a queen.

No more excuses

If you've been alive for more than 20 minutes you've made mistakes, you have regrets, you want do-overs. Every day is an opportunity to atone for your past by leaving it in the dust. Wake up, Sleeping Beauty, to the fact that this is it and you're amazing. Don't wait until tomorrow; no more excuses. Practice wearing that fabulous outfit until it feels like a second skin. The real work is about to start.