Fool Me Once
The first time I had my breasts removed was hard. The second time, less so.
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Join NOW!The first time I had my breasts removed was hard. The second time, less so.
...moreMy gynecologist won’t stop bothering me about getting a genetic test done.
...moreIt is an unimaginable gift until you’ve done it, shaving off a self.
...moreWill you join us? When you are ready, lie down to rest.
...moreThin bodies, thick bodies, fit bodies, round bodies. I’d never seen so much flesh.
...moreMy body is a terra nullius, belonging to no one, not even me.
...moreI applied for a job at Hooters on a dare a few weeks before my nineteenth birthday. A shoe salesman who worked across from me at the mall told me he’d pay me twenty dollars to apply.
...moreDearest loves, As you are, I am stricken. I am devastated. I am unmade. We have all felt a terrible blow. And yet, of course, we all feel it differently, and have different understandings of what has befallen us, and what is to come. What I fear now is that the extent of my sorrow […]
...moreWhen I took those breaths, I also learned to say, “I am enough, I am enough, I am enough.”
...moreI left my family’s home in the US afterward because I didn’t know how to stay in the same place where everything had changed.
...more“I celebrated my tits with him, with all of these people. Hot bras, clingy T-shirts, sexy lingerie shopping forays. Must I abandon celebrating my tits in order to avoid mourning their loss? To find partners who won’t?” Take a look at Rumpus contributor Anna March’s vulnerable and humorous piece on the plight of her breasts […]
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