To the store employee who chose to judge a book by its cover, I was walking with my family in Home Depot to get some supplies.
I had just finished another round of Botox injections and my physical therapist decided I needed to be casted. (One of the worst experiences.) The casts were supposed to “support” the Botox injections by ensuring that my legs would continue to be loose.
I was re-casted every week for about two months. The sandals I had to wear to school, the stares and the casting process itself were pretty uncomfortable, though I was no stranger to most of those things.Read more on themighty.com