Florescent yellow bralette. Mastectomy. Love and acceptance.
I’ve met a woman who is comfortable with her body; showing and sharing all its wrinkled lopsidedness.
What made her nudity different than the unclothed women at the spa or the gym? I’m not sure. Maybe that there was a story to go with it. A story about being an overworked chef with children who missed her. Eating “meals” of sauce samplings over the trash can, getting breast cancer and looking forward to the “vacation,” having a nipple made from her thigh…
I learned the moral of that story real fast.