Hands On A Comet

Hands On A Comet

We blog because we want to share a part of who we are with the world. Our fashion sense, our knowledge, our life experiences, are what we pour onto our posts in search of validation and commonality. It's become my mission to show you my passions expressed in my town with my physical limitations at my stage in life. That includes fashion and trends and giveaways but also a steady push towards social awareness and acceptance of the disabled.

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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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