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Inclusion - Sarah Wingfield. I didn’t create these slides because inclusion is trendy. I created them because I have lived the absence of it. Inclusion is not a corporate buzzword. It is the difference between someone thriving and someone shrinking. Between someone walking in freely and someone hovering at the door wondering if they’re allowed to exist. Inclusion is not about “helping them”. It is about dismantling the invisible walls we pretend aren’t there. It is about asking: Who did we forget when we built this? Who has to ask for permission to belong? Who is exhausted from explaining their humanity? We talk about ramps and captions and policies — and we should. But inclusion is also the silence in a room when someone speaks their truth and nobody rolls their eyes. It is believing lived experience without demanding proof. It is not punishing disagreement. It is not weaponising power. It is choosing growth over ego. Inclusion is emotional as well as physical. It is safety. It is dig...

Hey everyone! 🙌🏻 Hope your week is going awesomely and life's being good to you! ✨ Just dropping by to say that by now you all know — I’m fully independent. 😅 No big machine behind me. No team pushing buttons. Just me. Building. Creating. Showing up. 🌸 When you’re an independent artist, breaking through the noise is hard. Reaching new people who genuinely care, who actually feel the music, who show real love, seek positive change or need help— that’s the uphill climb. So if you ever wonder how to support me, it’s honestly simple. 🎯 Share the post. 🎵 Share my music. 🎼 Stream one of my tracks. ✅ Subscribe to my Facebook. ❤️ Drop a like. 🗣️ Leave a comment. 🫵🏻 Add it to your story. ⭐ Send me stars. That ripple effect? ✨ It matters more than you realise. Algorithms don’t move without you. Growth doesn’t happen in isolation.  Every share is someone new hearing the sound, finding disabled voices amplified or finding that supportive affirmation they needed. You let me reach and ...

Thirty-eight years on this earth and some days I still feel like I’m standing in the rubble of battles I never asked to fight. Healing from trauma isn’t linear. It isn’t aesthetic. It isn’t a cute quote on a pastel background. It’s messy and inconvenient and sometimes it creeps up on you years later and whispers, “You’re not done yet.” And when it comes to my son’s cancer — and all that happened around us when he was diagnosed — I don’t think a mother ever just “gets over” watching her child fight for their life while simultaneously navigating systemic failures, corruption, and ableism that caused real, tangible harm. That kind of trauma doesn’t sit neatly in the past. It rewires you. It embeds itself in your nervous system. It lives in your bones. Some days I’m strong and composed and overflowing with gratitude. Other days it hits me sideways and I realise I’m still carrying pieces of it all — not just the illness, but the environment we were forced to survive within. Then the guilt ...

  It’s just a bad day — not a bad life. ❤️ A gentle reminder for myself (and anyone else who needs it today). Feelings pass, moments pass, and even the heavy days don’t get to define who we are or where we’re going. Be kind to yourself today. ✨ Sarah Wingfield  Kawaii Doll Decora 🖤✨ Alt text: A vertical selfie of a woman with long pink hair and dark roots, wearing red-framed glasses and a black top. She is smiling playfully with her tongue out, showing two lip piercings, and holding one hand up near her face with long pink nails. The image has a soft, slightly grainy filter with glowing star doodles scattered around the frame. At the top, white text reads, “It’s just a bad day, not a bad life,” followed by a red heart emoji. At the bottom, the handle “@KawaiiDollDecora” appears in white text with a small heart. The overall mood is warm, reassuring, and self-compassionate.

Ablesplaining : They don’t start by listening. They start by correcting. Not the harm. Not the abuse. Not the behaviour that caused the reaction. You. This is what ablesplaining looks like in real life — lived, not theorised: • Being told how my disability affects me by people who don’t live in my body. • Being instructed to “calm down,” “log off,” or “take a break” instead of having harm addressed. • Having my communication scrutinised while abusive behaviour is excused or minimised. • Being spoken over when I name discrimination, as if I lack insight into my own lived reality. • Being framed as “too emotional” the moment I speak with confidence and clarity. For disabled women especially, advocacy is quickly reframed as aggression. Boundaries become “attitude.” Self-defence becomes “harassment.” Disability does not mean: – lack of awareness – lack of intelligence – lack of authority – or needing non-disabled people to explain our lives back to us I already understand my condition. I a...

 I regret nothing. I will always speak up against abuse, and I will never be an abuser. Defending yourself is not wrongdoing. Calling harm out is not harassment. #NoRegrets #TakeTheHeat Funny how some people can dish it out but can’t handle someone standing their ground. Yikes indeed. Keep challenging what needs to be challenged. It is not our fault that platforms often target those defending themselves instead of the abusive behaviour that caused the situation in the first place. If you want to stay informed, follow Exposed – Cheats & Abusers to keep up to date on local abusers and patterns of harm. Stay brave. Stay proud. Stay outspoken — especially in the face of abusers and their enablers. Period. 🎯 ~ We will not be compliant. ~ We will not stay silent. Sarah Wingfield ❤️  KawaiiDollDecora.uk Alt text: A screenshot of a platform warning screen with a purple background. White text at the top reads, “You can’t send messages for 3 days.” Below it, smaller text says, “Som...