What I’ve learned from breaking my leg is that sometimes you arrive in spaces unable to represent yourself the way you want to. There’s a grief in that a quiet, internal mourning for the version of you who could stand tall, move freely, and show up without hesitation. But this wheelchair changed that for me. This chair has become my statement piece my armour, my anchor. It carries a design that reflects who I am as Māori: bold, unapologetic, grounded in whakapapa. The customised wheel isn’t just decoration; it is identity in motion. A reminder that even while my body was healing, my culture, my mana, and my connection to my people never weakened. Every time I roll into a wānanga, onto a marae, or into any space that once felt intimidating, this chair arrives with me. It holds my presence. It speaks before I do. It carries my strength, my resilience, and the legacy of those before me who also moved through hardship with dignity.

- Daphne