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The weirdest thing I have encountered during this whole breast cancer situation is everyone being sad about me losing my breasts and uterus except for me.
I have zero negative emotions about it.
Quite the opposite. I'm elated.
I have zero negative emotions about it.
Quite the opposite. I'm elated.
When I was in 2nd grade I found a bag of ninja turtle toys in my mother's room. It was right before my birthday. I just knew they were for me. The whole family was at my house. Aunties, uncles, cousins etc. My aunt told me I had a surprise. I just KNEW it was turtles.
Imagine baby me standing there with the family teasing me about what it could be. I'm getting so excited. Trying to tell myself to act surprised.
And out she comes, waving above her head...
A tiny me sized PINK training bra.
The whole family burst into uproarious laughter.
And out she comes, waving above her head...
A tiny me sized PINK training bra.
The whole family burst into uproarious laughter.
I went beet red, slapping away the adult hands poking at me from all sides. I told her she wasn't funny. And I shoved past everyone to go to my room. But they all held me back. It was a gauntlet of hands and arms.
Right then I was like, BOOBS ARE THE DEVIL. 
My period came when I was 11. I have 3 older sisters. 2 of them always had week long torturous periods. I was no different. Debilitating cramps and vomiting for me were normal. Messy, ugly clots and big bunchy pads like diapers.
UGH.
UGH.
When they told me they're taking my uterus and shutting down my ovaries I was like:
