Being a supermodel included; fashion runways, model pictures, endorsing products and representing causes. I knew that my current walking issue would damage my chances of becoming the supermodel that I had hoped to be since the age of 12. At that moment I decided ‘I can always be a magazine model’ one who doesn’t take part in fashion runways, who just stands and look pretty in front of a camera.
I had no idea of the journey I was about to be brought on. No idea that I had the power of changing how my future which was to unfold. The realisation that all of this damage to my body was a cause of this disease, re invading my brain, still hadn’t hit me. That I might have been able to change the seriousness of the final outcome. It all only clicked, when it was too late; I was 16/17 when I had my first MRI. There was no panic about what could be seen, as for many doctors, I was the first of my kind they had come across; and they did not know of what effect this would have. Although I am angry at doctors for allowing my U-turn in my progression of life. I thought doctors were supposed to help those in need, but in my eyes, not one doctor was helping me figure out how to solve this situation, they rather sat back and watched to see what would happen, instead of preventing it from happening. The blame cannot be put fully on doctors however, I take some responsibility for my fast deterioration. My attitude towards my physiotherapy was not of a serious enough manner. I was relying on a miracle to happen to fix this mess.