Just a Little Bit Different
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~ A R M ~ A semi-true story, based on my own experiences of feeling like the odd one out.

Just a Little Bit Different

Congenital radioulnar synostosis—

Congenital radioulnar synostosis— A rare difference where there's an abnormal connection between the two bones of the forearm.

Congenital radioulnar synostosis— A rare difference where there's an abnormal connection between the two bones of the forearm. Limits the ability to fully rotate the arm, causing the misformed arm to be unable to align like other arms.

I was never fond of my body.

I was never fond of my body. In fact,

I was never fond of my body. In fact, I hated it.

I was never fond of my body. In fact, I hated it. I hated how it looked.

I was never fond of my body. In fact, I hated it. I hated how it looked. How it felt.

I was never fond of my body. In fact, I hated it. I hated how it looked. How it felt. How I looked in it.

I was never fond of my body. In fact, I hated it. I hated how it looked. How it felt. How I looked in it. I hated myself.

But then I found a way out.

But then I found a way out. A way to love my body.

But then I found a way out. A way to love my body. Something that brought me love and joy.

But then I found a way out. A way to love my body. Something that brought me love and joy. Dance.

But then I found a way out. A way to love my body. Something that brought me love and joy. Dance. I was flexible when others weren't.

But then I found a way out. A way to love my body. Something that brought me love and joy. Dance. I was flexible when others weren't. I was quick to learn.

But then I found a way out. A way to love my body. Something that brought me love and joy. Dance. I was flexible when others weren't. I was quick to learn. I was good at it.

But then I found a way out. A way to love my body. Something that brought me love and joy. Dance. I was flexible when others weren't. I was quick to learn. I was good at it. Until I wasn't.

My arm.

My arm. My arm stuck out sorely.

My arm. My arm stuck out sorely. No matter which moves I mastered,

My arm. My arm stuck out sorely. No matter which moves I mastered, anything labelled "impressive" or "talented,"

My arm. My arm stuck out sorely. No matter which moves I mastered, anything labelled "impressive" or "talented," it didn't matter.

My arm. My arm stuck out sorely. No matter which moves I mastered, anything labelled "impressive" or "talented," it didn't matter. Because at the end of the day,

My arm. My arm stuck out sorely. No matter which moves I mastered, anything labelled "impressive" or "talented," it didn't matter. Because at the end of the day, I would still be the odd one out.

The one people laughed and snickered at,

The one people laughed and snickered at, the one who they believed didn't know the dance as well as the other dancers.

The one people laughed and snickered at, the one who they believed didn't know the dance as well as the other dancers. The one whose arm is bent at the wrong angle:

The one people laughed and snickered at, the one who they believed didn't know the dance as well as the other dancers. The one whose arm is bent at the wrong angle: Ruining the picturesque view.

The one people laughed and snickered at, the one who they believed didn't know the dance as well as the other dancers. The one whose arm is bent at the wrong angle: Ruining the picturesque view. Ruining the dance.

The one people laughed and snickered at, the one who they believed didn't know the dance as well as the other dancers. The one whose arm is bent at the wrong angle: Ruining the picturesque view. Ruining the dance. Making everyone look bad.

It wasn't long until everyone hated me.

It wasn't long until everyone hated me. Until I was kicked out of the academy.

It wasn't long until everyone hated me. Until I was kicked out of the academy. Or when I was back to hating myself.

It wasn't long until everyone hated me. Until I was kicked out of the academy. Or when I was back to hating myself. Every time I thought I could live with my abnormalities,

It wasn't long until everyone hated me. Until I was kicked out of the academy. Or when I was back to hating myself. Every time I thought I could live with my abnormalities, something was always there to shove me back.

My arm made sure of that.

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