For the majority of my life I've hated my feet. Growing up I constantly bombarded my parents with questions
✨why was I born with these?
✨why were they different to the other kids?
✨why did I have to wear special shoes/braces?
✨why did I have to have countless surgeries?
✨why do they still hurt?
Looking back I can see how hard it must have been for my parents to answer those questions. They didn't want to see their baby in pain. They didn't choose this. They didn't know how to tell me I'd have to live with these feet for the rest of my life. That they'd have to watch their child endure hours of surgery and a lifetime of pain
My parents never answered any of those questions the way I wanted. They simple told me 'because I'm special'. Now at the time I wanted to beat their ass with my crutches but now I'm thankful they never really told me the truth
They told me what I needed to hear to get through the next surgery, the next physio session the next fall. They gave me the strength to continue, to keep fighting, to keep walking. To not submit
And I never did, because of them I defied what every doctor told me and I learned to walk, albeit painful, a little clumsy and sometimes not very well at all. But I can walk! Something my parents never thought I would do
Although it's taken me a quarter of a century to realise how grateful I am to have my feet, I finally got here. They might be abit beaten up, scarred, swollen and have limited mobility but they mine. They enable me to walk, to run & to enjoy all the things I never thought I'd be able to. So thank you feet for supporting me and thank you mum and dad for making me believe I am special 💕