Sophie Helf:

My legs are fake. One-third of each one, anyways; the lower parts and the feet. If people press me on how I lost my real ones — and they do, especially when I’m waiting in lines for things, for some reason — I’ll usually tell them that “they fell off one night,” or “I ate them,” or “I don’t actually know.” And, truthfully, I don’t — I woke up one morning in a hospital and a doctor told me that they were gone.

I’m still not sure how to relate to my new cyborg body, but my fake legs rule.

What a great story that is unexpected in its normalcy.