If you would ask me at 15 years old if I would have traded prosthetics for flesh and bone legs, I wouldn't have hesitated for a second. I aspired to that kind of normalcy back then. But if you ask me today, I'm not so sure.
Sure, I'd love to have children some day. But world domination comes first.
I'm not running around as a continual ray of sunshine. It's just I don't believe in wasting time feeling sorry for myself. Get over it.
True beauty is when someone radiates that they like themselves.
I've said this before, but I believe more than ever that confidence is sexier than any body part.
Pamela Anderson has more prosthetic in her body than I do. Nobody calls her disabled.
