Totally aware of myself as experiencing a second adolescence of sorts, trying on new, out-loud, post mastectomy identities, I soon began to develop a very adult recognition that (unlike the interpersonal learning my adolescent self had to do) it wasn't my work to fine tune my messaging to the feedback I was getting. In our culture, confidence and … Continue reading After the Amputations, IV: Women without nipples
Before the amputations, I was as conciliatory as they come, evincing the classic middle child's need to bring all diverse viewpoints into happy togetherness. It's true that I have always colored outside the lines, some. (Acknowledging that I'm a pushover doesn't mean that I don't think outside the box until the hammer comes down.) But if anyone looked at me earnestly and asked … Continue reading After the Amputations, III: Well-behaved woman acquires super powers
In the end, I opted to forego the implants.