How I Learned To Get Naked With Strangers Again After My Mastectomy
Category: WOMEN
Taking a deep breath, I unsnapped my bra. Eila leaned in close. I could practically feel her warm breath on the side of my chest, the place where "Lefty" used to be. The place that was protected by a spray of persimmon-shaded flowers. "It's so beautiful," Eila said. And I believed her.
By Ravishly, ContributorReal feminism for real life., 2015-03-09