Think About It – The Difficulty of Being a Left-Hander
I was born left handed, I think. I really don't remember which arm came out first or upon which leg I took my first step. All I really know is that the world was mostly designed to fit right handers. People hand me things on the wrong side of my body, my scissors never cut, I always have spirals tattooed on my skin from trying to write in notebooks, and really, whose idea was it to start a magazin