|October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month|
Did you hear the story of Christina Applegate and her experience with breast cancer a few years ago? She decided, after finding out the lump in her breast was cancerous, and further finding that she had the "breast cancer gene," that she would have a bilateral mastectomy. This means, of course, that she had both breasts removed. You can read about her story HERE.
When I first heard this story, I was horrified for her but filled with awe as well. How brave she was in the face of such frightening circumstances. As women, we define ourselves to a degree by our appearance. How can we not? We learn from a very young age. Our breasts are extremely important to us, especially in a culture that is breast-obsessed. If women have small breasts, they pay good money to get larger, more socially 'acceptable' breasts. Every woman has an opinion about her breasts, whether they successfully or unsuccessfully nursed a child, whether they are so large they cause back problems, so small they cause identity problems, or so perfect in our eyes that they are one of the biggest reasons we feel attractive.
imagine making this GIGANTIC decision to remove your breasts in favour of, well, life. I think, all of you women who have done this, and who have dealt with breast cancer, and who are living with it now, and who are flat on your backs right now because the cancer treatments are making you so ill: I think you are among the most courageous people I can think of.
We are all touched by breast cancer: our mothers, our grandmothers, our aunts, our cousins, our friends, our co-workers, our neighbours--everyone knows someone who has fought it, lost to it, and won.
We all have to stick together, girls. No more back-stabbing. No more cattiness. Why do we care what she's wearing if she's not hurting us? Why do we care if she's "fat" if she's not hurting us? We don't know what she's going through. Maybe her father died. Maybe she had a miscarriage. Maybe she has a special-needs child. Maybe she's often sad. Maybe she used to be model-thin before she had three children. Maybe she was never lucky enough to be able to wear what she wanted. Maybe she never had good skin. Maybe her family was terrible to her. Maybe she doesn't have much money.
I think, that even though we wake up dead-tired every day, and maybe look like hell in the morning, that we're all doing a pretty damn good job--even during those weeks when we only accomplish 50% of what we want to. Remember: the days may be long, but the years go by quickly.
Now enough talk, let's DANCE!