Throughout my childhood, I frequently heard remarks about how I was an inspiration to others because despite being disabled, I still managed to live a fulfilling life. I always interpreted this as a compliment because it seemed as though people respected me more when they saw that my disability did not hinder me from pursuing the life I desired. However, a part of me always wondered why my existence and ability to live a normal life was seen as such an "inspiration" solely because I relied on a wheelchair. It wasn't until I grew older that I realized this so-called "compliment" was actually a judgment of my worth and value as a person.
Based on my understanding, an inspirational individual is someone who motivates someone or others to accomplish amazing things. When I consider the people who inspire me, I think of Michelle Obama, Beyonce, Katherine Johnson, Issa Rae, and numerous incredible Black women who have achieved remarkable feats and inspire me to do the same in life. That is the essence of inspiration.
When people see me at one of my favorite local coffee shops or at the rooftop with my friends in my wheelchair and say, "Oh my goodness! You're an inspiration," that does not embody true inspiration. I am simply living my life, just like anyone else. People have merely observed that my disability does not affect my ability to live the life I want. Consequently, they perceive me as more valuable than disabled people who have difficulties or may not have the ability to live the life they want due to the limitations imposed by their disabilities.