Boobs [redux]

26 May

I wrote this post nearly one year ago today.

We discuss them all the time. Talk about how they’re too big or too small. Envy the girls with bigger ones, or the girls who don’t have to wear a bra with cute tops. We have friends who fall asleep after a rough night on our cushy chest pillows. We drunkenly stumble towards our friends with hands outreached, we do (free) tequila shots from the cleavage, wear shirts that show them off to reel in the boys. Hook. Line. And Sinker. They nourish children, provide a soft resting place for weary heads, and prevent some of us from being very good at running. Our breasts are something that we’ve become attached to (pardon the pun). We get used to training bras, and boys drooling over them. We say prayers or embrace silly exercise routines to make them larger (or to get them to stop growing). We’ve become accustomed to our bodies and how to work them. The thought of not having them, or not having all of them, is just reality-shaking.

It was nearly one year ago today that my Aunt J, the red-headed aunt whom everyone thought I belonged to, was diagnosed with breast cancer.  On Saturday, I’m participating in Edmonton’s Relay for Life to raise funds for the Canadian Cancer Society.  My team has dwindled down to a lousy four people, and we’d appreciate your donations more than ever.

Advertisements

One Response to “Boobs [redux]”

  1. mandy May 26, 2010 at 7:58 pm #

    What a great cause and it will be an amazing experience for you.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: