"Beep" was the last sound my mother heard from the electrocardiogram machine on the day I was born. After that sound, everything from her perspective went silent. The only thing she could remember was the comforting sound of her infant screaming and crying in her face when she awoke. Everyone felt relieved knowing that both she and I were safe. Little did they know, my journey began on the day I was born. Although I am healthy and here today, life had other plans for me in the womb. I developed an in-utero stroke, which resulted in a disability called hemiparesis, making my left-side dominant and causing weakness on the entire right side of my body. My disability has presented many challenges throughout my life. Medical professionals said I wouldn't walk with a strong gait or keep up physically or cognitively with my peers, but they were wrong. Despite these setbacks, my disability has also been the source of my strength. Growing up, dance was always my greatest passion. I aspired to perform on Broadway and even attend Juilliard University to further my career as a dancer. I started dance classes at the age of three, and from that day on, I never wanted to stop. I was always excited to attend dance class as a young girl, and I loved being on stage. The feeling I experienced on stage, the compliments on my outstanding stage presence, and the sheer happiness it brought me made me smile from ear to ear when I danced.
However, things took a sudden turn in middle school when my passion for dance began to wane. I attended Bak Middle School of the Arts, a performing arts school where I majored in dance. Dance became more serious, with a strong emphasis on technique. Due to my right-side weakness, pointing my right foot, straightening my right leg, and executing clean lines and motions were challenging. I was placed in the lowest dance level, which significantly impacted my confidence. I yearned to look and dance like the other girls, no matter how hard I practiced. At that point, I gave up. I knew my right-side weakness wouldn't improve, and I concluded that dance was not for me. I told my mom that I didn't want to dance anymore, and I quit. I transformed from a little girl with an unwavering passion for dance to a teenager who had lost all desire and passion for it, feeling inadequate due to my right-side struggles and the strict technical requirements of the art.
Despite the physical challenges that dance presented, I found a new outlet in cheerleading during high school. I didn't make the cheer team in my freshman year, which initially left me feeling defeated and brought back the negative feelings I experienced in dance. However, I was determined not to be deterred. In my sophomore year, I tried out again, and I made the varsity cheer team. Cheerleading provided a refreshing experience because I didn't have to meet the same standards as the other girls, and I didn't have to compete to out-dance anyone for a top spot. Everyone worked together as a team, and that's what I loved about cheerleading!