“It would be better if you were paralyzed. From the waist down I mean” This is the kind of stupid shit I get from people sometimes. People who are unable to love and accept me for who I am.  Ignorant people who think you can categorize, hierarchize even, disabilities. Kind of like when you’re asked “would you rather be deaf or blind?” Ridiculous.  I feel like there’s always been a bit of a divide, an invisible wall if you will, between those of us BORN with a disability and those of us who ACQUIRED a disability at some point after exiting the womb.  There’s also an invisible wall between motorized wheelchair users and manual wheelchair users. One is better that the other apparently (more on that in a later post tho).  So now, not only am I being judged and ranked according to my disabilities compared to able-bodied people, but I’m also being judged and ranked in my abilities compared to OTHER disabled people. How about you “F*ck off” and you start judging me based on...

When I started taking pictures of myself and posting them on Instagram (which really, it's barely been over month) I braced myself for the negative feedback I would inevitably get from some people. Yes, ignorant and ugly people, but nonetheless Instagram users with the right to express their opinion. Now, I know that it hasn't been long enough to fully and correctly assess how the general populous is reacting to my photos, but overall it's been quite good. Except for,... the comments about my boobs and lack of overall "bra" presence. And this has thoroughly surprised me. I thought most women hated wearing bras? And I really do mean "most" because I know that some women love wearing their bras, and that's fantastic! But calling me "disgusting" for choosing not to wear one? Of ALL the things you could say about me... my wheelchair, my overall appearance,... you pick my nipples? It's so strange! Yes, these comments are coming f...

Is your skin looking a little wrinkly and dry? Are the bags under your eyes eclipsing the twinkle in your eye? Do you have a few more rolls around your mid-section than you care to admit? Have you given up dying your ever greying hair? If you answered YES to any of these questions, then keep on reading to find out my best kept secrets for how to keep looking young after 35 (or any age for that matter). Time is unforgiving; that's a tale as old as time. So how do you keep from having to hike your boobs up higher and higher every year, or prevent your joints for creaking more than old hardwood floors?  I'll tell you how... * * * * YOU CAN'T! Seriously, stop hating on your body! This vessel for your soul that you call home here on earth is a beautiful thing, including all of it's lumps and bumps. Getting older is a privilege! We should embrace every aspect of it and feel lucky that we're alive. So many others don't get the chance to. I remember the angu...

Can we talk? Human to human? I know that discussing disability and disabled people in general makes you feel uncomfortable. We "look" weird, or "act" weird... sometimes both. How many times have you seen someone like me and thought "Man, if I had to be her, I'd rather be dead". I get it. There's been times when I see someone with a more severe form of my own disability and think "Shit, I don't know how they do it". I don't know where they get the strength to do life, one day after another. For me personally, this is a huge part of what fuels my fire. I look at these people and what's happening with poor legislation than affects them, lousy support programs, greedy funding for therapies (or lack thereof) and I know I NEED to do something about it. This fuel is what gave birth to NuGenerous. And while I'm not alone in how I approach my feelings about disability, I am aware that most people (the grand majority) don't...