my hot topic phase never ended, it just kinda got more refined and tasteful with age like a fancy, mall gothy wine
but why do i say “i know” to my pets when they make noises. im lying to them. i don’t know anything.
lesbian and bi women should have a secret code word that we slip into conversation with girls we’ve just met to see if they also like girls
'Do you watch Orange Is The New Black?'
if anybody asks me why i hate men, i’m just gonna redirect them to this post.
it’s pretty fucking obvious that men only want to invest in breast cancer research to further degrade, objectify, and jerk off to body parts they already feel 100% entitled to. that’s what is at stake for them.
what about the women whose “tatas” weren’t saved? how must they feel being surrounded by awareness ads that focus more on keeping women’s sexy-sexy-titties-to-continue-titillating-the-males than saving real life human beings and helping survivors?
If anyone’s wondering, those posts came from here. It’s a forum for breast cancer support. Give it a read, and you’ll see how many women are outright abandoned by their husbands, sometimes after being married for decades, because their “tatas” couldn’t be saved.
This culture of “save the tatas” even goes as far as the doctor’s offices themselves. Most doctors request that the husband be present during surgical consultations, as though he has an equal say in the patient-professional discussion.
If the woman is single, as was my case, doctors have actually recommended postponing surgery until she finds a relationship, because “it could be nearly impossible to find someone who accepts it [your unnatural tatas] in years to come”.
I’m 15 months post-mastectomy, and the date I had this past week was the first time since then that a guy hadn’t reacted negatively to my scars. The relief was so overwhelming that I was fighting back tears. When I told him —essentially warning him that my body wasn’t what he must be expecting — I felt so guilty; it seemed to have the same weight and shame as telling someone I had some sort of an incurable STI or a felony record.
I shouldn’t have felt that way. I should not be ashamed of choosing to live.
Thank you for your important commentary! I hope you find someone who can love you for who you are and admire your strength as a survivor.
As someone who has seen my mother live through breast cancer twice, I can say with such sincerity how much I LOATHE. The save the tatas approace to breast cancer research and awareness. She literally JUST finished her chemo. She had her surgery ASAP. She’s amazingly strong and amazingly beautiful and I’m so proud of her and it made me realize how lucky my parents are to have each other. My dad was by her side EVERY. STEP. Of this process. He supported every decision she made. He cried when she was admitted back in to the hospital. He still loves her immensely, and you can just SEE it. I’m not happy my mother had to go through this again, but I AM happy to be able to witness, as an adult, my father being an exemplary husband, my mother being an incredibly strong woman, and the I’ve they have for each other. He was my moms backbone through this, and the idea that there are men who reject their wives for choosing to LIVE disgusts me.