I may have survived cancer, but my insecurities came along for the ride. Chemo, immunotherapy, and medically induced menopause has left me with a tired face, fuller cheeks, thunder thighs, and the heaviest number I’ve ever seen on a scale. My hair and lashes are slowly growing back- awkward baby hairs and all- and these temporary expanders are not exactly the kind of boobs you want to show off in a cute bikini top. But here’s the thing: I’m alive. I’ve been through hell and somehow came out the other side. Every scar, every stray hair, every jiggle is proof that I fought like hell and I’m still here. I’m learning to love this version of me, the one that’s a little different but still breathing, still laughing, and still fighting to embrace it all 💗 #fuckcancer