Am I a midget? Recently, someone “kidded” that I technically and by definition am a dwarf or midget, little person if you would like to use the correct unoffensive term. Standing just a half inch under 4’9” tall I am most definitely a little person and maybe technically I am a dwarf.
“So, L-A you are a disabled midget then?” this person kidded, “You’re handicapped! Hahaha”
I could technically be a dwarf, midget or little person but that shit doesn’t make a handicapped. Get the fuck outta here with the handicap bullshit. Even if I only had one arm and one leg I wouldn’t consider myself “handicapped or disabled”!
YES, those items in the high cupboard might be a lot harder for me to reach than for you. I bet though, that I can get something from the cupboard with a spatula and my great catching skills a lot better than YOU!
So, if a dwarf, midget, little person…is defined as disabled I am still perfectly abled. The only way I could ever be disabled is if and only IF…I wasn’t striving to be the best me that I can be. The best little dwarf Lidia-Anain can be. Took me a second BUT I got it now, I AM NOT DEFINED BY YOU! I can’t be measured by your abilities or impairments. Yours are yours and mine are mine…even if ours were the same…the sum of my pieces gives me a different vantage point.
My vantage point is ever changing and not determined by how far I can see from my little person height. My vantage point is determined by how clearly I listen to my heart, my emotions, my thoughts and ideas. My vantage point rises as I apply more conviction to realizing that my heart live freely, that my emotions are listened to but not allowed to pigeon hole me, that my thoughts are formed from facts and that my ideas become physical embodiments of the best in me.
So, your definitions may define me to YOU but they will not define the I AM…
I AM…the sum of my pieces…
PIECES OF ME…
Pieces of me…always surfacing…
lil itty bitty pieces of teeny lil ol’me…
Out to play with the VARIABLES!
PIECES OF ME…
Pieces of me…always hiding…
lil itty bitty pieces of teeny lil ol’me…
Boxed inside hiding from the VARIABLES!
PIECES OF ME…
Pieces of me…always reemerging…
lil itty bitty pieces of teeny lil ol’me…
Looking all brand new out to mess with the VARIABLES!
I AM the sum of my pieces but not even do my pieces define the I AM!
I am a puzzle on one of God’s game tables. He’s the one putting me together. He may have lost a few pieces along the way. But ONLY he has the box with the picture on it. ONLY he can see who I AM! For now I ask no questions and go where he pushes my pieces.
So, call me what you want! Speak of me as you must. Define the pieces of me as you see fit. I will still stand here all >4’9” of me in my I AM undefined by you.
To knowing that the only opinions that matter are the ones of those on your team and yours!
