A Reflection that Matches My Mind’s Eye

I thought I would have to get used to not having breasts.  After surgery, I kept waiting for it to “sink in” or to be overwhelmed with emotion at some point.  Perhaps I’d feel like a different, newly reinvented person, or maybe even mourn the loss of part of my body? Realizations never set in. Continue reading “A Reflection that Matches My Mind’s Eye”