Unalterable: Laying Down My Sword in the Battle Against Myself
Unalterable: Laying Down My Sword in the Battle Against Myself

I was climbing the stairs of my elementary school shortly after the summer holidays, when I felt a hard smack against my sunburned back. I recall the sting and the boy who ran past me saying “gimp.” I was very confused. I had never heard this word before and did not know what it implied. I knew that he had said it with disgust and the slap had meant to hurt. I had been taking the stairs one at a…











