Life Changing Times

Topless, half naked (which auto correct somewhat accurately changed to half baked), upright and proud on a Channel 4 TV trailer.

With a fucking shiny face. A friend kindly said, let’s use the word ‘polished’. Another pointed out that perhaps the fact I’m half naked on National TV is more eye catching than the shiny (polished) face…

Shiny or not, I’m pretty proud of myself. Though I do wish I’d gone topless when I had boobs as well – albeit that would have been a whole other sort of TV show.

It’s slightly terrifying, and as I do, I brave that out with bravado. Can you say ‘brave’ and ‘bravado’ in the same sentence? I think not, and yet I did 🤷🏻‍♀️.

I am passionate about being an advocate for body positivity. For being unapologetic about who I am, how I look, what I choose to do. That does not mean I find it easy, because I don’t. It does mean I still do it.

And it’s funny (odd) how people react. In this case, I have already been picking up some underlying tones of pity – something I viscerally can’t stand.

I didn’t choose breast cancer. I didn’t choose the subsequent complications. I DID choose a flat closure mastectomy. I did choose to have beautiful tattoos. I did choose no reconstruction. I did not choose these to be pitied.

I’m all about empowerment. About choices. About taking control, no matter what curve balls are thrown.

And I’m all about my life motto of fuck it 😉