I am never going to look in the mirror and feel love or see beauty, in a roll of fat. When I try, I just set myself for failure and more hating on myself for failing that, too. If you can do it, more power to you!
But I can look for and appreciate other things about the strong, healthy body I inhabit, which gives me indescribable pleasure. This body kicked cancer’s ass! It is amazing and deserves love. Just as it is.
Things change, sometimes dramatically, when we shine a different light on them.
My breasts have always been an important part of my womanly identity. Waiting impatiently for them to appear (I was a “Pirate’s Dream” – flat as a plank – till I was almost 14). Flaunting the girls, once they did grow in. Nursing my baby with them. My breasts are an important part of my sex life to this day. Will I really be me, if I have to sacrifice part of a breast, all of a breast, or both of them?