I remember the first time I looked at myself after the accident I cried. There I was in sweats. No make-up, my red glasses on. Hair’s a mess. There was a scar on my forehead and on my eyebrow. I had a tube coming out of my throat and I was in a wheelchair. And I had scars covering my arms, wrists, one of my shoulders, and I hadn’t seen my Frankenstein legs yet. I was scary. At leat in my own eyes.
While I was in the hospital they finally allowed me to wear my contacts again and my make-up on. I started to feel more like myself again. That helped with my confidence level but it was still no where close to the caliber of confidence I had before the accident.
I use to walk with an air about me that said I knew I was beautiful, that I knew who I was and now I was having to rediscover who else I was since I couldn’t be the pretty one anymore and that had always been my identifier.
Once I figured out that I was still the same person I had always been, I was still the same strong, kind, wonderful person. My identfier is my strength and that’s why my motto is I am not going to let this defeat me.