Though this article lists a lot of “I can’t” statements, Rara here is really talking about the “I cans.” If you can manage to wade through the comments, look for an animated version of the dinosaur featured in the article, squishing can’ts into “Yes, I Can”.
I can’t drive. It’s a choice I made before I was restricted by the limitations of my vision, but either way, I can’t.
I can’t dress myself– or so I tell my friends, and they clink their glasses to mine and say to hell with the edicts of fashion. They don’t understand the literal restriction of my “can’t”, though. I work in fashion and I want to look like I feel, but I can’t understand the shapes that fit on other shapes, and I can’t make out the difference in colors. Those are minor symptoms of a bigger problem– I don’t know what I look like. I can’t wrap my mind around it.
I can’t have children. It’s a choice, I say, because I made the choice aeons before any doctor told me I couldn’t. I don’t always listen to my doctors, and I push my boundaries where I…
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