I will never forget the day I went to pick up my blade.
It was a classically balmy Auckland morning when I walked into the little green-roofed building just off Dominion Road that houses the Limb Centre. By this time, the place was so familiar it felt like going to visit an old friend. I was 23, and well and truly past my teenage years, a time when I’d been so uncomfortable with my body and the ways it differs from other bodies. Today, I was proudly wearing shorts, doing nothing to hide my prosthetic leg – but not really doing anything to show it off either. Since it was designed to look as much like my other leg as possible, people often didn’t notice it. I could
