In keeping with my recent posts on whether or not to reconstruct/replace one's breasts after a mastectomy, I offer one of my poems:
Double Amputee
I have looked this way
before–
flat-chested, pencil-thin
when I was ten
Strange it is to seem
a sexless child
again
(Too bad about
the graying hair
and slightly sagging chin)
(Excerpted from Fine Black LIines (c) 1993, 2003 Lois Tschetter Hjelmstad)
Lois, this is achingly poignant. Thank you. I re-tweeted.