I am not over mourning the loss of a huge chunk of my breast. I have always said my breasts were perfect - they were, or they are. God I can't even write it.
I have been thinking about why I am not losing any weight (yes I am exercising and yes I eat half of what I used to) and I have come up with that I am having a physical crisis of the spirit. I have lost part of me, and maybe that part of me that doesn't know better is hanging on to the me that I want to lose.
More later...I need to go to bed and attempt to sleep.
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