Someone asked me recently if I had read anything to help me prepare for the loss of my breasts. I have to admit that I haven't really read anything but I have thought about it a lot. My breasts do make up a BIG part of my physical appearance but they do not define me.
I AM the browned haired girl with cameleon eyes - blue/green/gray with golden stars, and more importantly the girl with her mother's smile. My definition includes a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, and a friend. I am an information gatherer and provider. I am a caretaker. I am not my boobs - although I can certainly act like one at times.
And now I am a warrior - ready to head into battle and do what it takes to succeed. For my children, my husband, my parents, my siblings, and my friends because they are, what matters most. So forget the Tatas - let's save the girl with the chameleon eyes and her mother's smile.
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