Learning to Love my war Wounds
Keyonna Kenerson
October 4, 2020
I used to not want to take pictures from the chest down because of how I felt I looked. Now that I am two years out, it has gotten a lot better.
“Tell the story of the mountain you climbed. Your words could become a page in someone else’s survival guide.” — Morgan Harper Nichols
I used to not want to take pictures from the chest down because of how I felt I looked. Now that I am two years out, it has gotten a lot better.
After lots of grounding and affirming, I had to fix my crown and remember who I am and whose I am!
I was then hit with the insta-browsing realization that everyone who has had breast cancer or a preventive mastectomy is in my tribe. Not because I found the #unilateralmastectomy, with gorgeous bodies flaunting all kinds of styles.
I know that beauty is skin deep, but my spirit took a hard hit and we are only beginning to rediscover the feminine goddess within.
But what I’ve come to realize is that I was only interested in “being” Tova 2.0 and not “becoming” Tova 2.0.
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My confidence went from zero to bad ass! I just could not stop looking at them and how much I felt like a whole woman again.
Doctors not LISTENING to what I want was genuinely frustrating — and being a doctor myself didn’t make me immune to the frustrations with our healthcare system.