I haven’t ever felt like that…
There’s always been something I’ve hated or wanted to change. Some part of my body that I picked out and focused on.
But that day, even though I saw things I didn’t like, even though I saw things I really do want to change, for some reason, I still felt love and pride for everything. Including my breasts.
Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing in there that’s making me doubt my decision to get them removed, but I felt a sort of strange sadness that they’ll finally be gone – kind of like getting rid of a bad habit or something.