I picked the title that I did because I wanted something engaging and evocative. There's something a bit forbidden about grouping those words together. They create a juxtaposition that feels slightly uncomfortable.
On the whole, one is not allowed to refer to oneself as beautiful. If you do, you are an arrogant or prideful piece of poop, that needs to be immediately ground down beneath someone's heel. There's a constant battle between those people, the haters, and the sensible ones who understand that it is an important part of your mental health to love yourself and find yourself beautiful.
What makes someone beautiful?
If you are the kind of person who offers a crying stranger a tissue, you are beautiful. If you see lost tourists forlornly clutching a map and point them in the right direction, you are beautiful. If you've ever given a token gift (their favourite sweets, a cute pair of socks etc) to a sad friend or relative, you're beautiful.
So basically, most people are beautiful. If you look at yourself and you think that you're not, either:
1: Change
2: Accept
Apply as necessary.
The aim of this blog is to explore what it means to be disabled. To live with a chronic, life-changing condition. But also for people who are going through something temporary. Something that is turning their life upside down and inside out, and they want to rant about it, talk about it, or just read something that sounds familiar to them.
If you're out there, and you identify with any part of this blog, get in touch. Share your experience. Be part of this fabulous, subversive little scene.
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