#disabilityisnormal

Suns out, legs out 🌞👣 . I never used to like wearing short shorts or tights. It wasn't that I was embarrassed by my legs, I guess I just felt more secure with them covered up. I felt as though they were a visual representation of all the doubts people had of my physical abilities. . As I've gotten older however, I've grown to love my little pins. So here I am, loving every bit of myself because #allbodiesaregoodbodies 😆 . [Robyn sitting in a back yard in her wheelchair in front a grey wall and garden gnomes. She has her hands up framing her face and her legs crossed. She is wearing a checked button up shirt, black denim shorts, and fishnets. Her hair is blue.] . #bodypos #bodypositive #selfcare #selflove #disabled #DisabledandCute #disabilityisnormal #cerebralpalsy #cripplepunk #ootd #wiwt #look #style #nonbinary #streetstyle #positivity

I’ve been a busy 🐝 definitley time to recharge 🔋and of course it’s better when you look like a mermaid! 💦 As a disabled individual baths have always been my fav form of relaxation, giving me great relief from my aching limbs and being a place where I can completely switch off. So I am so thankful for companies like @lush that make them all the more fun!

Teach your children about disabilities. It’s not that hard.

Art in progress.

taxes. [image: taken from my viewpoint so that arm and joystick of my powerchair are visible. Across from me is a desk with papers and the keyboard my tax advisor is working at]

I did it! I vlogged nearly a whole day! I got a bit carried away and filmed a lot more of Granville island than I meant to. I hope the footage comes out okay ^_^ my hope is editing these will be a little quicker. I need to learn to be less precious with them! Almost impossible for an obsessive perfectionist. 

Collarbone has been stuck forever..the rest of me is like jello. Today's heat and sun were way too much even for the brief amount of time I was outside. Brace yourselves....summer is comming. 

When I was a little girl, I saw myself as beautiful. Like fairy-princess riding a glass carriage to the ball kind of beautiful. I woke and ate and dressed and played and slept believing this. When I got a bit older, I started to pick up on the way people looked at me. They rushed to help me, seemed sad or even proud when I smiled, and stared at my paralyzed legs. I noticed that none of the fairy-princesses on the screens looked anything like me. And this is when I started to piece it together -- girls that looked like me were usually pitied, could maybe become inspirational, but were never beautiful. So I found ways to hide myself, obscure my imperfections, point the camera away from my paralyzed legs. But here I am, thirty years old, finding my way back to the little girl who saw herself as beautiful, who wasn't afraid to put on a lacy floor-length dress, just to go to the library, who didn't try to hide, who felt worthy of admiration. Day by day, I am building my beauty uniform -- the space I slip into that invites me to relish in my own particular beauty, to be seen without shame.