In one week, I will be saying a final farewell to the one body part of mine, that humans are equally amazed by…and ridiculously offended by.
NO, I don’t have cancer. (I’m doing this so I won’t). YES It’s for purely selfish reasons (I don’t want it).
Yes, I’m nervous.
But yes, I’m ok.
No I’m not completely prepared for it (mentally or physically).
YES I’ve got an amazing handful of friends and family who are getting me through this.
And for the record? NO I don’t care what anybody else thinks. I don’t care how flat chested I am going to look for a while. (The size of my chest does NOT, nor has it EVER defined me as a woman)
Honestly, I rarely take the time to take proper care of myself… so when I do? I might as well go big at it.
So here goes everything….