So one of my friends shared this (http://www.buzzfeed.com/stephaniemcneal/paralyzed-woman-sexy-photo-shoot#.bhxDxdEny) on Facebook, and I wanted to share my thoughts on it. Personally, I'm all for it, this reclamation or claiming of sexy, cause I'm just in the last year learning that people can find me aesthetically pleasing and sexy and even want to have sex with me. I never really thought anyone would return my feelings in high school because I was weird and maybe pretty but weirdly shaped and I hate watching myself move so why would anyone find me wholly attractive? PLOT TWIST the disabled kid likes sex and has it every so often. Weeeird. Disabled kids are saints and no one fucks saints. BUT NO. I am not a saint because I power through my disability. I've fought myself for every inch of this new body image. I've let body positivity seep into me from everywhere I can find it. I'm fighting myself that yes, I can be the Love Interest and not the Sob Story. Slowly, I'm teaching myself that yes, I'm allowed to act on sexual urges, and that people will respond positively, sometimes. I'm learning that people will get used to my gait and curves and creaks, even if I won't. People will love me for my spirit and my body and that's ok. This is all new ground for me. I didn't realize I had the low-key superpower of sex appeal til October 2014. I was 20. Twenty years old, and I finally saw myself as sexy, as appealing, and it's a strange and wondrous power. I'm learning about it, and it's a bit of a curve. In closing: I am post-polio, I'm fucking sexy, and I'm getting used to it.