Every single piece of work I do is about forcing my way through the door. - Elsa Sjunneson

With each closed door, with each insult, I fold. I crease. I twist. I bend. I make something out of the rage that wells up inside of my chest. It sits somewhere beneath my collarbone; I can feel it sometimes. I live in a world that doesn't want me.

If the only disabled person you've ever seen is actually a non-disabled person pretending to be disabled, your perception of disability is going to be terrible.

I've always come into rooms with a force, and I've always been the kind of person who doesn't take no for an answer if there's an injustice to be dealt with.