It's October once again, that month where I look down at my boobs and remember how they used to be, and the hell I've gone through that affects all things that make me feel feminine. (Screw what the feminists say).
Hair, skin, nails and your mojo are all put to the test. Forced menopause, hot flashes, stunted hair growth, lost of confidence, uncontrollable weight gain, mood swings --it's mental and it's real.
"But you're lucky to be alive?"
Me: "Oh shut up already!
Wanna swap places?"
And when you see me, please don't ask me why I cut my hair so short. I didn't. Cancer made me bald and the hair you see now is my baby steps victory over cancer.
