Don’t get me wrong, dressing fashionably for a wheelchair is not a cake walk (pun sorta intended), but this is an interesting topic, so let’s get into it. I know that it tends to be interesting to read about something you don’t experience firsthand and it makes you curious. So for those of you, I have a few stories regarding my natural state; some amusing, some ordinary, some plain wtf and a few quite frustrating. All of this regarding the fact of dealing with something that’s thrown at you and you’re expected to learn to deal with. This time, let’s talk fashion!
So, one day I received a statement “You’re in a wheelchair AND you’re fashionable!” I’m paraphrasing, since it might come off as an insult to some of you, but to me, I know they didn’t mean bad. But okay. Okay. Wait what?
A wheelchair means I sit down, not stand up. That’s pretty much all it is. So where on earth does it state I have to look drabby? Do I need to have sad clothing? A gloomy appearance mourning the fact that walking has given up on me? Well, I didn’t get the memo, sorry! It’s not like a wheelchair sucks away all the color from my cute blouse or that blue hat with ears I have.
The clothing you wear expresses how you feel and notes about the way you carry yourself in the world. So I’m gonna wear all the glam and all the sparkle I want, all the heels higher than the Empire State Building I want and all the dresses my closet can handle. The wheelchair is my mare accessory, I would, however, switch it up to go with my outfits, you know – a gold one for when I have to attend the Grammies (Gaga, can you lend me yours? I don’t think you use it anymore), a blue one with flowers for a hippie gathering and maybe a pink one for a motorcyclist bar, cause everyone’s staring anyways, so let’s give ’em a reason? But in all seriousness and actuality, the damn thing costs more than Lil Wayne’s diamond grills (okay maybe not that much, but you get the point), so switching up is a hassle (let’s not even yet get into about getting one).
Don’t call Vogue yet, these are just outfits. As I mentioned before, I do have more serious matters of human incompetence (and competence) to talk about regarding the matter of the chair, I think I’ll have stories to share from my so far short time of being in it. I’ll leave that for another time. Now, however, I’ll share some of the “Omg, you can be fashionable!” It’s just about loving to wear pretty things! Here are some of my favorite wheelchairable outfits, click for bigger pics. 🙂
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