Do my breasts define me?
No.
They are there
Living on my chest
They have annoyed me at times
And brought unwanted attention from men
They are lovely
They provided milk for my babies
Even if it was pumped
People look at me and see their own fear
Their own sadness
I see my strength
My own frustration at having cancer.
I fear surgery
But not losing my breasts
Take the damn things!
Get this cancer off my chest!
I won’t mind the scars
Nobody’s body is perfect
Nor is mine
The scars will be healing
And make me feel whole
Because they never defined me before
My scars will not define me now
Only tell a story
It is only the physical body
One that I take care of
One that I will love no matter what
But my physical self isn’t me
Who I am as a person defines me
How we live our lives
The kindness in our hearts
Not what we look like
Not a nipple, not a breast, not a scar
Not an outfit, not a hairstyle, not makeup
Not the absence of something from your body
Reach within and find your soul
That is who you are
Just you
Just me
Just love
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Love this. So powerful!
Thank you!