The Caterpillar and Alice looked up at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed the girl with a voice languid, sleepy.
"Who are you," asked the Caterpillar.
It was not an encouraging way to start a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, "I - I do not know very well, Lady, at present - at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I have changed many times since then.
Within three days of becoming engaged, I had already been told that I shouldn’t wear my glasses, because they’re not bridal. I was told my cane wasn’t bridal. I was told my eye… was not bridal. And I realized that if I was going to be “bridal” in their eyes, I was going to have to change who I am. I am proudly disabled.