Hmmm....
Well I haven't been on my blog for a while- it's just been so darn busy and I have a lot of issues rattling around my brain.
I do have to say that I have been speechless a couple of times concerning my breasts which at this time are free game to question about.
Do you ever have those moments where you can see yourself in a situation where you are asked a question and nothing comes out of your mouth? Well I had this happen 2x with a couple of weeks of each other.
On the day I was going to NYC with my friend to attend a seminar put on by Women at Risk, I ran into an old friend of mine. I was on the corner near the bus station when I seen him and we said our hello and he asked me how I have been doing. He then told me that he heard about the cancer and he knew someone else who had had it and so on..(yeah and she died- he could of left that part out).....He then asked me something about still having my breasts.....I still don't know what exactly he said it, but I found myself standing there for what seemed like an hour with my mouth open. I was surprised....it was sort of funny. I finally spit out oh yeah 1 I had/have 1. It was the weirdest thing. I mean I know I tell people and blog about my one breast, but standing face to face with a guy was weird. Somehow I don't think if he had a prostrate issue I would ask about any removals....
The second time I was left speechless with my mouth open was in the airport on our trip to Florida. We had to do a body scan and I was pulled aside. I noticed a female security guard approach and she was listening to someone in her earpiece and looking at my breast area. I know/heard they can see you are missing your breast, but I'd rather not think about them looking at me that way on that scanner. So she pats me up and they come pretty uncomfortably close to your breasts and mine are way different in feel. She then said to me, "Do you have something in there?" .......again silence.......yea....silence......It was like I forgot what to call it. I mean I have an implant and I'm wearing a prosthesis. She finally said, "Do you have a prosthesis?" and finally I was - yes. She then had me wait while she did something with her gloves in another area. Rob was waiting shoes back on and all. He's like "what was that about?"
As open as I am about my breasts I still get taken back and I'm still a bit shy about it. I'm sure with time it gets easier. I'm amazed at how some days just go by and putting my padding or prosthesis in is just an everyday event. Well there are days I forget all together and then I'm a little self conscious of the size difference.
Ya know what's really funny- all the talk about Barbie and the bad self image it gives little girls..........Well next time you have an opportunity to check out Barbie's breast, notice NO nipple. I guess we could also call our mounds: Barbie Boobs! I mean who doesn't want to be like Barbie?
Life is funny~
Well I haven't been on my blog for a while- it's just been so darn busy and I have a lot of issues rattling around my brain.
I do have to say that I have been speechless a couple of times concerning my breasts which at this time are free game to question about.
Do you ever have those moments where you can see yourself in a situation where you are asked a question and nothing comes out of your mouth? Well I had this happen 2x with a couple of weeks of each other.
On the day I was going to NYC with my friend to attend a seminar put on by Women at Risk, I ran into an old friend of mine. I was on the corner near the bus station when I seen him and we said our hello and he asked me how I have been doing. He then told me that he heard about the cancer and he knew someone else who had had it and so on..(yeah and she died- he could of left that part out).....He then asked me something about still having my breasts.....I still don't know what exactly he said it, but I found myself standing there for what seemed like an hour with my mouth open. I was surprised....it was sort of funny. I finally spit out oh yeah 1 I had/have 1. It was the weirdest thing. I mean I know I tell people and blog about my one breast, but standing face to face with a guy was weird. Somehow I don't think if he had a prostrate issue I would ask about any removals....
The second time I was left speechless with my mouth open was in the airport on our trip to Florida. We had to do a body scan and I was pulled aside. I noticed a female security guard approach and she was listening to someone in her earpiece and looking at my breast area. I know/heard they can see you are missing your breast, but I'd rather not think about them looking at me that way on that scanner. So she pats me up and they come pretty uncomfortably close to your breasts and mine are way different in feel. She then said to me, "Do you have something in there?" .......again silence.......yea....silence......It was like I forgot what to call it. I mean I have an implant and I'm wearing a prosthesis. She finally said, "Do you have a prosthesis?" and finally I was - yes. She then had me wait while she did something with her gloves in another area. Rob was waiting shoes back on and all. He's like "what was that about?"
As open as I am about my breasts I still get taken back and I'm still a bit shy about it. I'm sure with time it gets easier. I'm amazed at how some days just go by and putting my padding or prosthesis in is just an everyday event. Well there are days I forget all together and then I'm a little self conscious of the size difference.
Ya know what's really funny- all the talk about Barbie and the bad self image it gives little girls..........Well next time you have an opportunity to check out Barbie's breast, notice NO nipple. I guess we could also call our mounds: Barbie Boobs! I mean who doesn't want to be like Barbie?
Life is funny~
