What is “happiness?” Should we strive for it? Do we?
Should we gain “more” than we “lose?” What does it mean to “gain?” How do we “lose?”
I’ve come to the realization that I’m going to miss my bewbs. The decision has been made that I’m destined to depart from my origins and I’m feeling melancholy about it. I’m gonna miss them. They’re not stellar in the grand scheme of “BOOBS” but I like them and they’re mine. They might be assholes but they’re my assholes. They’ve fed both of my children for the first year of their lives. They’ve been there for me when I needed them and now they’re yet another thing I’m forced to say goodbye to. Emphasis on forced.
We (women) have been conditioned to scrutinize, pick, poke, pry and hate our bodies. We want to change. We NEED to diversify. We’re SUPPOSED to transform. We’re REQUIRED to constantly “improve.” But these are mine. MINE. Screw you for telling me that I need get rid of them. SCREW YOU.
We all have spaces. Uncomfortable, unbecoming, unassuming spaces that make us who we are. We continue forward but the spaces are always there. Waiting in the lines of our lives like leeches anticipating the next rain storm. Will I feel like my latest additions are spaces in my psyche or will they feel like “me?”
What will my new additions look like? How will they feel? Will I need to introduce them to my other body parts? Will they have names? I’m not great at meeting new people. I’m often slow to warm, cautiously optimistic. Will I trust my new friends or will they have to prove themselves?
Find comfort in the discomfort. Embrace the stress. Feel the growth. Accept the change and change will accept you. And hug your furry friends. They will save your soul.
You are a strong woman and an inspiration to so many! I am always here for you!! Loosing your hair is hard enough but that will grow back beautiful than ever! I promise you that!!! I didnt have to loose my BOOBS and that must be so difficult!
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