Cancer, better known as the Big C, is a negative word altogether, however, I always try to find the positive in every negative situation.
When I look at myself I don’t see me. I just see a person. A year into this journey, my body has shown me how strong it is.
Feelings are like footwear, you can decide on a daily basis which ones you choose to wear. You wouldn’t choose something wack to style yourself in so why would you choose negative self talk about your body? Choose to love your body, it loved you enough to keep you here.
Ever since the development of my breasts, my identity and self-worth have been attached to them.
This change to our bodies and the scars we now have reminded me of this Japanese art form called Kintsugi, which puts broken pieces of pottery together using lacquer and gold.
You might have to get a second opinion, but there are options for thin patients to do natural tissue reconstruction. But the cost of doing natural reconstruction is you’ll have a new set of scars. In the end though, I believe it was worth it for my body.
How I began to slowly fall in love with my body and redefined what sexy is to me.
There is a mourning of a loss that I recognize, as well as a rebuilding. I am trying hard to recognize the pain and move through it.
It’s ok to be truthful about how you feel.
