Mammary Magical Mystery Tour

Cat got your tongue baby?  I had to laugh my ass off when there was not a single peep from the Peanut Gallery regarding my fake boobs, otherwise known as "foobs" in the business.  My Duncle Dody had me laughing saying they looked huge and who shot the photo from down there?  That was another of my self portraits.  Sorry if I poked your eye out with those things.  That why you didn't write?

Tonight's little show and tell gives you another of our famous insider tours, so you can look behind the curtain and see how the wizard pulls off this illusion.

Mastectomy bra and my prostheses

Front of the bra, with prostheses in



Prosthesis is dense, heavy and feels like memory foam.



Prostheses in their sleeve, placed inside mesh cups of the bra.

I can wear them in the pool, without the sleeves, I just need to make sure I have a bathing suit with pockets to hold them in.  They can pop out and float!  Oh my.

I wore the bra again today and it was very comfortable, although when I take it off, Flopsy and Mopsy are all crinkled and wrinkled up.  I gave my girls a good massaging with cocoa butter for all their cooperation.

It's nice having boobs.  I didn't realize that throughout the day, I'd look down at my flat counter top and for a brief second flinch and think "Where are my boobs?"  I don't do that now.

I gotta tell you though, this is surreal.  Putting on my boobs.  Surreal.

Wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weights you down.  Toni Morrison

There are moments, all along this journey, that are so startling you wanna lay down and give in, and you just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other, and fake boobs in your bra, and keep going.  You adapt.  You show up for the life that is, and stop looking over your shoulder for the life that was.

Acceptance.
It is what it is.
Go with the flow.
Don't look back.

Simple concepts.  Hard to do.  You gotta lean into it.  Keep practicing your practice.

When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.  Viktor Frankel

See me leaning?
See me growing?

I am evolution at work.  My old self is extinct.  I am creating a new species of me.

and life goes on.