Why Did I Start Revival Disability Magazine?

I decided to own my narrative and speak up about my disability. I have always been weary of my disability and it's journey but what I realized is - my disability is complex : it's beautiful, hardcore, soft, badass, negative. There are so many dimensions to it. There are so many sides to it and it's much more than pitying myself and being worried about how other's find me inadequate and weak.

My disability consists of beautiful friendships as well as relationships and heartbreak, loss and longing. My disability is so much more than I thought it was.

It is lying on the bathroom floor when I've fallen down and crying. Grieving about the loss of my mobility, frustrated that I can't date or wear dresses because of my ugly, monstrous shoes or that I'm uninvited to my "friend's party" because "I thought you were sick." It is dealing with everyday ableism and fighting for your existence. My existence is radical, it is a rebellion. I've hated my disabled body, encountered alienation, thought I'm not worthy of anything and yet found my worth, found my purpose, found my chosen family which is me. Only me. There might be other members in the future but the matriarchal head of my chosen family will always be me. Learning to accept my curved, crooked body. Learning to fuck my sacred disabled body and give it the love it deserves, learning to accept my soft, squiggly disabled fingers that are the most beautiful possession I own. It is mine.

• A note from the Editor-in-chief, Anusha Misra