I am learning so much about myself in this journey. I used to put on my push-up bra, a low cut shirt and I'd immediately feel feminine. Today, day five, I realize, I am beautiful...even without my bra. My chest is possibly more beautiful now than it ever was before. My "boobs" (or lack there of, right now) are beautiful. My incisions are beautiful. I can leave my shirt off right now and feel super confident...because, these incisions mean more than just "scars". My breasts signify a fight. Though I don't have breast cancer, I still fought. My fight is for my kids. My incisions are beautiful, because they signify my willingness to live for my children. To me, there is nothing more beautiful than love. What I did, it was purely out of love for my family and my willingness to do everything I can to be around for as long as possible.
This is me...the fifth day. I am proud of my chest. My body, my boobs...they are beautiful. My journey is beautiful, to me. Fighting for your children and your husband...that is beauty. What is on the inside, is beauty. A good heart is beautiful.