I'm very pleased to read in my research that the first question women ask when faced with breast cancer is not "Will I die?" "Can it be cured or cut out?" "What will happen to my breasts?"; rather, it's "Will I lose all my hair?"
I say that because it's the one thing I'm most worried about. Pretty vain.
I did research what a breast looks like after surgery. As I assumed, it's hideous. Even worse after a mastectomy, if it comes to that.
Jack loves tits. It's his main entry into porn, and he even confessed it to Peta, making her worried he wouldn't like her since hers were not large.
So how does he get rewarded for coming back to me? I lose mine.
An odd kind of karma, perhaps. I've already got a poor self-image, so losing my breasts won't do much more damage to my ego. But it condemns him to a titless marriage.
Now more than ever I feel like I have to lose weight so that I have some sort of appeal.
There are times I hate myself.
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