Oh Kath. We get going, get on with it-- but do we ever get over it? I don't know.
I've played so many mental tricks on myself in the last ten years I hardly know now what is true and what is not.
I've 'decided' that my tits were my enemy and I wanted them gone. I'll say that it's nice to be able to do my shirt up without buying a bigger size and taking the waist in. Sometimes I'll choose to believe that. Sex, meh, the other bits worked Ok until it was pretty normal for me to start to lose interest.
My partner says I'm beautiful. I can't help thinking what he would say if he had seen me before I got dropped in the mincer.
Yes, we're strong and we're fierce and our bodies and disease don't define us. On a good day.
Marg xxxx