Thursday, May 19, 2016


Somedays, when everything seems normal, I forget.

It's different from my daily, regular, forgetfulness.

On those special days, I go to work, I have a normal day, I laugh with coworkers (I'm super funny), I come home for dinner with my husband, and life is good.

It's not until I go upstairs and hop in the shower that it happens. I see myself in the mirror - I only have one boob.

I know that I should know by now, but I don't. The flat side of my chest - the horizontal scar - they remind me.

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