Shifting from Why Me to Why Not Me?
This is a true story of moving from why me to why not me

We begin with the sad part of my story.
I am twelve years old, away from home, crying in a campsite bathroom, asking the world to pause, maybe even go eternally blank, and wanting the bullying to stop. I clearly remember thinking, why do I need to be born with some messed up looking legs? Why can’t I just look like…