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By ACHA on 1/17/2014 1:37 PM

By Amber West

I have been going through some things recently with my congenital heart condition. Nothing bad—I am actually healthy. It’s just that people around me have been viewing me as weak, which I hate more than anything.

I know I have limits and I know I can’t do as much as everyone else, but I am not weak or a baby. Ever since I was young, I have had people treat me differently for having a heart condition—I wasn’t “cool” enough because of my CHD. My family and very close friends never did, though.