Reveca Torres ReframedI wish I rode an ultra-light sexy wheelchair with a small turning radius, but I don’t. I traverse the world in a large, clunky, heavy power chair. It’s big, and together we take up a lot of space.

There was a time when my dimensions made me feel like I was in the way. I was embarrassed. I apologized for being there.

I was an inconvenience — an eyesore — a burden so big that all I wanted was to be invisible and disappear unnoticed. Taking up space was the last thing I wanted.

I am not sure how or when I started to realize that taking up space is wonderful, and I am deserving of it. If someone needs to get past me, they can wa