In our lifetimes, almost 30 percent of women will find ourselves the victim of domestic violence. While that statistic is unnerving, it calls to light the fact that every day when we're at work, in class, at a movie, we're there alongside women who have persevered and decided to stand up after someone tried to bring them down.
I did not deserve the hardship of anorexia. I did not deserve the cruel, ignorant comments of people who viewed anorexia as a phase or cry for attention. But I did deserve recovery. I did deserve the possibility of a fruitful future with sadness and joy, cake during celebrations and hot chocolate in the winter.
I have no outward sign of my disability. I don't have a guide dog, a white cane or dark glasses. But I am a fraud. I am passing. My truth is that I was blinded by an accident 3.5 years ago. And even though I, at my core, remained the same, how I relate to others and the way others relate to me has changed.