When I first looked at my life with a permanent physical disability, I didn’t see beauty. But as time passed, I started viewing my scars—both from surgeries and abuse—as battle wounds, reminders of how far I’ve come. I embraced them, seeing myself not as broken, but as a warrior, a champion who survived and thrived through the hardest days. Now, I take pride in my disability, for it’s what makes me unique and strong.