Today is my birthday.
Not just another year older—but proof I’m still here.
Growing up different wasn’t easy. The silent stares, the comparisons, the pity wrapped in kindness… I learned to read them all.
Every scar, every prosthesis, every “flaw” built a strength no one saw coming.

Today, I look in the mirror with love, not shame.
I’m a survivor.
A fighter.
A soul that refused to break.
So don’t just say “Happy Birthday.”
Celebrate that I chose myself—every single day.
That I rose after every fall.

That I turned pain into power.
And if you’re reading this… this is for you too.
Your difference isn’t a defect—it’s your superpower.
Your story isn’t heavy—it’s holy.
Being here, still fighting, still breathing?
That’s the real victory.
You are enough. You are alive.
And that deserves the loudest celebration.