There’s a line in the amazing Hamilton that says “if you stand for nothing, what’ll you fall for?” and it always sticks with me when I face the nasty internet comments for the work I do to raise awareness of life with an ostomy bag and chronic illness.
Because though I feel that I am only trying to put good into the world, I still get nasty comments and messages about my looks, my body, my morals and my blog.
I stand up and I make my voice heard, I hope to inspire anyone living with chronic illness to know they are worthy, they are valid and they matter. I share my story about my own illness, my own trials and tribulations so that others know they aren’t alone.
And sometimes that causes others to become so angry that they take the time to type out comments such as:
”This is disgusting, put it away”
”You think you’re a model but you’re gross” (I corrected the spelling on this one!
”You’re an attention seeker”
”Is nothing private any more, why would you tell people about this?”
I also get the odd ones that just call me a fat slag, but hey, we can talk about those another time!
So what do I stand for? I stand for every person who isn’t able to speak up for themselves, who are struggling to get through each day. For those living with incurable, debilitating and life long illnesses that affect them every single day.
I stand for myself, I speak my mind and share my journey through the toughest years of my life in the hope that some good will come out of it. That my story can help others.
I stand for love and kindness and hope.
I stand for the hope of a world of equality and understanding, where every person, whatever their impairment had the ability to live the life they choose.
And if I have to fall for these things, then I’ll do so with a full heart knowing I did my best.