Disability Pride

This is me, literally trying to get my shit together amid a flare, at different points in my life. The picture I have with my father was taken hours before I was admitted to the ER. At that time I was too happy at the fact that he picked me up from work and for a brief moment forgot about my illness so I could capture our time together in a selfie.

The thing is, even after my diagnosis - I continued to wear the same make-up, walk in the same heels, and somehow found ways to have fun strategically - comforted by the fact that a restroom is within distance and I’m with people I trust.

Patients cope in different ways. I choose to continue doing what I can still do for myself. So in the meantime, before arthritis and my colon conspire to break me down, nothing can stop me from keeping my brows on fleek, et cetera, et cetera.