πβ¨ I Am Beautiful, Too β¨π

πΆ When I was born, the first thing some noticed wasnβt my smile β it was the extra chromosome on my tiny body. Their whispers and worried glances didnβt touch me. What I needed was simple: arms to hold me, love to greet me, and a gentle smile in return π€.
π± My parents saw beyond labels. They learned that I am a whole child β filled with curiosity, slow steps, infectious laughter, silly faces, and a home alive with joy and music πΆπ. Every day, I experience the same emotions as any child: hunger, grumpiness, excitement, and calm β all soothed with a hug and a kind word π€.

π Whatβs different isnβt my value β itβs how the world is taught to see me. Look closely at my face. Could any life ever be βless beautifulβ? Every small triumph I achieve is enormous, every moment of growth is a victory πͺβ¨.
π So donβt offer pity. Offer respect. Offer tenderness. Offer love. Because the truth is simple: I am beautiful too β and sometimes the world just needs kinder eyes to truly see it β¨π.