by Meghan DeWalt I was eleven when my body first betrayed me, with a limp and sore legs. Doctors said I was overweight—another mark against my body—until one doctor finally x-rayed my legs and found that my hips were severely displaced, and one had a malformed socket. What words for a tender preteen to hear: malformed, displaced, disabled. “Use a…
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The day my boyfriend and I “made it official” was super romantic. We were at Panera early in the morning, enjoying our free coffee refills when our conversation naturally drifted toward…Power Rangers. I discovered that his knowledge of the subject greatly surpassed mine and he asked, “How do you feel about having a boyfriend who knows so much about Power…
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I still remember the doctor looking at me over the top of her glasses. “What this means,” she explained, “is that it is very probable you will never bear children.” And something inside me just withered up and died right there. I stumbled through weeks, then months, and then years before I finally started breathing easy again. Through the gentle…
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