I am in awe this morning and I was in awe last night but too filled with a bit of anxiety to realize. My sister-in-law had a double mastectomy on Thursday morning and last night when I entered her “hotel” room (not) she was radiant and smiling. She is a little concave (she says) but women should know there is a full life after mastectomy and I have no doubt she will make the most of being cancer free and tit less.
I have never been attached to my mammary glands and have had the feeling forever that the smaller the better. Large breasts are simply too much fat and I see nothing attractive about fat. Not being male I do not understand and have never understood the intense attraction to females who look like a potential Leaning Tower of Pisa to me. Does anyone with large breasts ever tell you how bad their backs hurt or how burdened a woman’s shoulders are by humongous bras and great pendulums of fat that hang off their chests. We are all lead to believe that to be feminine we must have large breasts and nothing could be further from the truth.
The truth is far from the vast udder myth that is perpetuated by Hollywood and Dollywood. When I walked in to the hospital room last night no one could have looked more feminine or in control of the situation than my sister-in-law. She looked lovely in a lime green french terry capri outfit, sitting regally on her bed eating supper and smiling the smile of a woman who has unburdened her body of some cancerous cells and eliminated future prospects of ductal cancer returning because there are no ducts and I say “HURRAH’ you go girl!
Yes, I have my boobs and yes they are larger than I would like due to excess weight that I carry around as I am cursed by hypothyroidism and menopause and more honestly an appetite for good food. I may not be the right person to applaud my now boob less sister-in-law but I hope she wears her new chest with a certain amount of aplomb and does not succumb to the wild rantings of her friends who say they feel less feminine without their mammillary accesories. Who needs to be a right cow? Not me, not you, no woman need concern herself with her chest if she can only see that she has a bigger purpose on this earth than soothing some male ego and his manic obsession with said cows.
