Original Piece:
Take it from me, physical disability looms pretty large in one's life. But it doesn't devour one wholly. I'm not, for instance, Ms. MS, a walking, talking embodiment of a chronic incurable degenerative disease. In most ways I'm just like every other woman of my age, nationality, and socioeconomic background. I menstruate, so I have to buy tampons. I worry about smoker's breath, so I buy mouthwash. I smear my wrinkling skin with lotions.
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I suppose in one way she is right. Everyone has the freedom of speech and can stand up for themselves freely. There is only one issue in this essay. This is exactly what people DON'T want to read. It is boring and is just some woman's rantings about how no one recognizes her because she is crippled. No one cares about that, they are just going to go on with their lives and think, "wow, she was a whiner."
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