
CW: Psychological effect of breast cancer
This grainy, over exposed image taken by Master last summer in Spain, looks more like a painting than a photograph. It’s something that might usually go into the hidden file in my photo stash and stay there. But there feels something quite beautiful about it. The street was quite deserted when Master went out of the hotel. I stood out on the balcony and this is the result. What I especially like in this image is that it’s impossible to see which of my breasts is the original and which is reconstructed. It was good to feel able able to expose my body to the street, a body that is usually. hidden away. Or was.
Since the breast cancer in 2018, I’ve felt compelled to hid my remaining breast. Walking around braless made me feel self conscious. Partly because I worried people would notice and stare. Though to be honest I’m not convinced most people notice the world around them. But more that it just felt wrong, lop sided. Now, even though they are far from equal and matching your can’t tell that under clothing. With or without a bra. Plus of course the reconstructed boob is much more pert (maybe my word of the weekend!)
Last summer was one of healing for my new breast, but maybe this summer both can go free within my clothes again. The bareness hidden in plain sight, but ready for a quick grope or a cheeky image.
By the way, this post has turned out completely different to the one I started to write!
You are so right … it is a beautiful photo. And here’s to lots of “gropes and cheeky images” for you this summer!!!
Xxx – K