Showing you where I was to where I came. At the very young age of six, my life was catapulted into a downward spiral of constant pain, surgeries, sadness and depression. I was in a horrific car accident on my home Island of Grenada, and when I use the word IN I'm not referring to being inside the vehicle but rather I was the stop sign that the vehicle ran into; yes, I was hit by a van. My left leg got trapped between the wheels and the skillful driver reversed on my leg to get it out, pulling off everything that once kept it together, flesh, veins, skin, tissues... everything. I was left with an exposed bone, lots of pain and the terrifying memories of those few moments, forever embedded in my mind to haunt me.
At first I spent a year and half in the hospital. I had dressings everyday, surgeries every Friday and painful nights and days. I'm sure most of you don't know this because I've probably never shared this with anyone. People have seen and questioned and questioned and questioned and I eventually got fed up so I avoided confrontations; I just wore clothes that covered my leg. I couldn't do this in school because we had a uniform and of course I was bullied by some and called names, especially in primary school.
Sometimes I was even excluded because of my leg, which is so stupid because accidents happen; scars shouldn't define a person. My scars are my proof of my strength. Many years later I have evolved -- I have evolved into self love and acceptance. I wear what I want and I am happy with myself -- truly. I have always risen above my circumstances and my leg has never stopped me from pursuing my dreams. It may have slowed me down but it never took my hope away.
You don't know what I've been through but I have been and continue to be loved for being me, so when you see me smile don't be quick to judge. Just be happy for me because I'm definitely happy for you. #iammorethan my leg and #iammorethan what people choose to see.