At one point he put his head in my lap, and we were talking and laughing, and I leaned over so far he said, ' Is that a boob on my forehead?
' I laughed and said, ' Sorry, I don’t feel that one!
So now that I am, my attitude is, ' F--k it, this is me.
I’m happy with my body, and the next guy will like it if you don’t.' That’s really how I feel.""I know digital dating is the new normal.
I say in my profile that I’m involved with the breast cancer charity The Pink Agenda, but I don’t mention my diagnosis or link to my Instagram, which has pictures of me doing things as a survivor. It’s about my life, and I I almost always talk about my cancer on the first date.
I go in prepared for him not to be OK with it, but no one has said anything negative.
I recently met a guy who made it to my ' A team,' meaning he could be a real contender.
He passed the test by being willing to hang out with my friends and me at the park on our second date.
After years of trying to control my looks, surrendering has been healing.
Women often ask, ' How did you deal when you lost your hair?
' But men go deeper: ' How should I talk to my sister who has breast cancer?
“Breast cancer survivors offer a unique understanding of the value of life—and love.”) The women you’re about to meet— Jenny, Kristina, and Nicole—are proof."When I signed up for OKCupid, they asked, What’s the most private thing you’re willing to admit?
My answers: Laundry is my favorite chore, and I’m a breast cancer survivor. The first guy I had sex with after cancer was a beautiful, tattooed philosopher. I’m glad they do, though; now I’m using them to find The One. I have bikini shots on my profile because I’m proud of my body: I want to show my “shark bite”—the scar on my belly from the reconstruction—and my ' Frankenboob,' which used to be higher than the other one but has fallen into place.I was coming out of a sh-tty six months—I’d been diagnosed as stage I, at age 34, and had a right-side mastectomy, chemo, and a new breast reconstructed using tissue from my belly. So when I met this man at a bar on a rare night out with a girlfriend, I was out of practice; my sexuality was asleep. Then he touched my new breast, which I could not and will not ever feel, and I started crying, angry, like, ' Don’t bother! ' He looked me in the eye and said, ' But you remember, right? ' Well, then, close your eyes and remember.' It was the most beautiful thing anyone could have said to me. Guys who read my profile say, ' Congratulations on your survivorship!