Any cancer diagnosis is terrifying, but breast cancer for me feels like a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I was only ten years old when I realized I completely and utterly hated my body.
At a family gathering a few months ago, my dear Aunt felt it was appropriate to point out that I'd put on a lot of weight since she'd last seen me. Mortifying, right?
I thought my nose was too big or my skin wasn't white enough. I often wished my hair was straighter and lighter.
"You're perfect, sweetie." But her actions and her own body image issues told me differently.
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