My hair and my boobs were the two things I actually really liked about myself. Even at my fittest, I never felt that my body was beautiful, but my hair and my boobs were my constants. It’s an unfortunate blow to have to lose both these things during breast cancer treatment, but at the time I was so focused on getting rid of the cancer, that I was more than happy to forgo my thick locks and perky boobs.
Today, almost two years since diagnosis my hair continues to grow back in frizzy curls, and my post-mastectomy boobs are more reminiscent of barbie’s plastic mounds (although I did choose to keep one nipple), than the feminine breasts I was used to. The night before I had surgery we had an accidental boob party. My sister threw me a surprise party and I joked that everyone had to take photos with my boobs, and of course the amazing women in my life did just that.
Of course I miss the softness of my own boobs, but I’ve become very happy living without them.
Jumbled Genius 