
If life were a big running race and you and I were part of it, the people watching, the announcers, even those kids passing out water bottles, well, no one would expect us to win. They’d applaud us for trying, give us a fake trophy so we’re not too depressed about it, then they’d pat us on the back and give us an ice-cream cone while we watch the rest of the race from the sidelines.
This is what its like when you have a disability. No expects you to be triumphant in life, to be happy or successful, and they DEFINITELY don’t expect you to be attractive or stylish. This is where my stacked Steve Madden heels and my little black dress from Free People come in; my weaponry if you will against the onslaught I face everyday from prejudices people put on me before they get to know me.
If my daily clothes routine only included sweat pants, basic shirts and non-descript white tennis shoes - the PT recommend outfit of shame - if the average person took one look at me in my wheelchair, I’d be done for. All they’d see would be the wheelchair, a woman in a wheelchair mind you, but nothing more.
But if I’m wearing the most stylish, trendiest outfit I can muster, its shocking the difference this can make. People instead see me first, the stylish rolling fashionista, thanks to the clothes on my back. And the way they treat me is completely different, sickenly much improved. But I guess this is the same experience all humans go through, whether you’re disabled or not, it’s just more compounded I believe when you have a disability.
Its unfair we have to go the uber-trendy, wear labels route if we really want to prove to the able-bodied world we’re not what they assume. I have days when I just don’t care (and we all should most of the time), but on days when making a first impression counts, being a trend whore actually works.
How to you work your way up from this totally unfair judgment point?