When I was told I had breast cancer and would need a mastectomy, I balked at the idea of reconstruction, learning it was more taxing than the mastectomy itself.
The information I received was premised on the idea that I'd want to hide my mastectomy, but I found that not disguising my body was a radical act.
It seemed as though the simplest option of not disguising my new body shape was a radical act, prompting others to label me brave.
The conversation around breast cancer often defaults to pity and fear, as people are more curious about the likelihood of my survival than my story.
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