Behind the seens of my reals.

If you’ve been following along on my disability advocacy page, you’ve probably noticed I’ve been sharing more Reels lately. They’ve become one of my favorite ways to connect with people — not just because they’re short and easy to watch, but because they’re a window into my world.

Some Reels are simple, like me greeting everyone with a cheerful “Good morning” over my coffee, or sharing a peaceful moment with music playing in the background. Others carry something deeper — a scripture my grandmother has shared with our family, an encouraging thought for someone having a hard day, or a reminder to see the beauty in the small things.

When I make a Reel, it’s not just about putting something on the screen. I think about how it will feel to the person watching. Will it make them smile? Will it give them comfort? Will it let them know they’re not alone? Sometimes the words are the heart of it, and sometimes the music carries the message all on its own.

I’ve found that Reels are a great way to reach people I might never meet otherwise. They might be scrolling through, stumble on one of my posts, and take a moment to stop, listen, and maybe even feel a little lighter afterward.

So when you see one of my Reels, know that there’s love, thought, and a little bit of me in each one. It’s my way of reaching through the screen to say, “I’m here, and I’m thinking of you.”

— Kamala 

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