I remember the first time I was sick. I had gone to play with a boy, Luis Léon, and on the patio he threw a wooden log at my foot, and this was the p… - Frida Kahlo

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I remember the first time I was sick. I had gone to play with a boy, Luis Léon, and on the patio he threw a wooden log at my foot, and this was the pretext they used at home when my leg began to grow thin. I remember they said that it was a white tumor or paralysis. I missed a lot of school [Frida spent nine months in bed, and at seven she wore (polio) booties]. I do not remember a lot, but I continued jumping, only not with the right leg anymore. I developed a horrible complex, and I hide my leg. I wore thick wool socks onto the knee, with bandages underneath. This happened when I was seven years old, and my papa and my mama begun to spoil me a lot and to love me more. The foot leaned to the side, and I limped a little. This was during the period when I had my imaginary friend. (9 September 1950)

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About Frida Kahlo

Frida Kahlo (6 July 1907 – 13 July 1954) was a Mexican painter. She was married to cubist painter Diego Rivera.

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Alternative Names: Frida Kahlo Calderón Frida Rivera-Kahlo Magdalena Carmen Frieda Kahlo y Calderon Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo Calderon Frida Kahlo Calderon Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderon Frida Khalo Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo Calderón De Rivera Kahlo Frida Kahlo de Rivera Frida Kahlo De Rivera Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderón Frida Rivera Mrs. Diego Rivera Kahlo

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