In all of the years I've been on this earth I have never dreamt of myself with all of my limbs. That changed sometime Saturday night while I slept peacefully.
I was looking at myself in a full length mirror and my reflection had two arms and two legs. I was confused and kept asking how could this be possible. My reflection stepped out of the mirror, placed a gentle smile upon her face and hugged me. As she hugged me we lifted from the floor and kind of hovered. I wasn't scared and neither was she. We would embrace and then look one another in the eyes. I don't know if we were communicating or what, but somehow I knew her every thought.
My dream was interrupted by a bathroom run, but upon opening my eyes I felt this great sense of love surrounding me. I've never harped over my disability. I have wondered what I would look like with two arms and two legs, but could never picture it. In my dream I was given a full view and although it felt awesome to embrace the perfect born me I would never NOT want to be the imperfect born me. My imperfection is what perfects my spirit, my essence, and my heart. Being born with deformities has strengthened me in ways I can't fully convey.
I know my reason for being here at this time, in this body and I fully accept it every day I awake. In all truthfulness I guess I have known what I look like with my limbs through my daughter. She is indeed in my image and everyday I smile knowing I carried her perfect born body within my imperfect born body...Perfectly.