Alternatively titled, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Woman. Edited my original illustration and added in the text. Explanation from the first RECord:
When I was around two, it was discovered that I have a form of congenital muscle weakness. Ordinary things that most people wouldn't even think about can be difficult to impossible for me. Getting up from the floor. Steps without rails. Carrying trays. Sitting cross-legged. I can still walk, but only very short distances, and with a stick or other support.
Still, I consider myself incredibly fortunate: I was born into a family that was able and willing to care for me, and in the Digital Age when so much can be done and experienced through computers. I don't live in a war-torn or resource-poor area, or worry about whether there'll be food tomorrow or where to sleep at night. So I'll never be normal. Life goes on; and so will I. :)