To me, being a survivor means living my best life, not taking things for granted, and being present in the moment.
I don’t want to be strong every day of my life and guess what it’s ok to not be. I have a village that picks up the days I am feeling weak and just don’t want to be strong anymore.
Living flat wasn’t a choice I thought about when I was diagnosed with cancer. Now I know that it wasn’t only a choice, but it was the right choice for me.
Everyone said it was the “best time” to be sick because he was too young to remember but I would watch him play until he got sad and would then ask me to play and I would have to remind him that Mama was sick.
This change to our bodies and the scars we now have reminded me of this Japanese art form called Kintsugi, which puts broken pieces of pottery together using lacquer and gold.
How I began to slowly fall in love with my body and redefined what sexy is to me.
As my physical wounds heal, I find myself counting my scars, and tracing them with my fingers. But, rather than seeing mutilation, I see new life lines and possibilities in those scars.
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