We’re supposed to love our bodies, embrace our “battle scars.” But I’ve been at war the last three years and I freely admit to having mixed feelings about the woman staring back at me in the mirror.
I got hit with breast cancer in the spring of 2011.
I feel bad about a lot of things, including the fact that I sometimes feel bad about my body.
Flynn And Rapunzel are celebrating the day they have first met right...Let's have some fun with this fresh new game for Valentine's, where Elsa and Jack need to prep up for a romantic date.(And by the way, if you’re reading this, you’re probably overdue for yours.) Nonetheless, I’m out there. I’m not even sure that sort of thing is legal.” “It’s totally legal,” he wrote back seconds later. ” I hear from 30-somethings who “really dig older women,” as well. Coffee or cocktail dates with normal guys happen occasionally. As long as I can avoid jerks like the 55-year-old guy in this Huffington Post essay who told his slightly older girlfriend that her body was “too wrinkly” for his taste, I should be fine. Yes, one look in the mirror and I can see winter is coming. Not in a big way, certainly not in an obsessed way, but like everybody else in the world (including a few of your married friends and several thousand scam artists), I’ve got a couple of online dating profiles. I usually ignore their messages — I may be vain but I’m not delusional — but now and then I’ll take a moment to set them straight. He breaks off relationships before they get too serious to avoid the risk of abandonment.
He’s built up this reputation for himself as “the player,” but I see past the façade.Lost both the girls to surgery, all my body hair to chemo and by the time I finished radiation, my chest looked like I’d had a run-in with one of Khaleesi’s dragons. But mainly, I watch a lot of Netflix and count the days until I’m done with reconstruction. Apparently, everybody aged 18 to 88 is looking for a hookup, but I’m just not in a hookup kind of place. It’s flabby here and flawed there and I’m rocking a set of Frankenboobs that could put a dent in a Buick. The burns eventually faded and most of my hair grew back but the breasts were another matter. And, as they say, “work.” Right now I’m in the middle of reconstruction and my chest looks and feels like I’m wearing a coconut bra under my skin. Needless to say, between the cancer crap and the getting old crap, the thought of dating, sex and — gulp — getting naked with somebody for the first time is about as appealing as a colonoscopy. Guys in their 40s and 50s write to me, too, and a lot of them are usually quite charming — up to the point I give them my cell number and they send me a “melfie,” aka a selfie of their member. I guess I’m holding out for the real meal deal — somebody worthwhile, maybe even age appropriate who’s got a few battle scars of their own. But it’s also a powerhouse that’s kicked cancer to the curb and bootstrapped its way through multiple surgeries, chemotherapy, radiation, two years of boxing classes and complications of every stripe. Sometimes I think the “normal” people are just people you don’t know well enough yet. We talked about relationships with parents, and how many girls have “daddy issues.” I don’t have dad issues. My parents married at a young age, and have a successful marriage. However, neither Jessie or I would have talked about this stuff so soon without having the therapist as a soundboard. I spent five years seeing a therapist, so this isn’t strange to me.I wonder if that is part of the reason I am always trying to find the right person and why I feel like such failure when a relationship doesn’t work out. Jessie is currently in therapy, so it’s all good with her too. She wanted to move on and meet someone new, so her friends told her to create a TInder account. If you're confused of your feelings, this Love Tester can help you out!