I'm getting used to daily life with my new self, both mentally and physically, and my energy level seems to be increasing day by day at the moment. Wanting to give an update for a long time, but I've prioritized otherwise; I'm very fond of the idea of me as a busy bee again. It's… Continue reading Ordinary life as an extraordinary uniboob
Politiken kronik: Bliver jeg en freak?
Brystkræft rammer hver 9. kvinde i Danmark, og delvis eller hel fjernelse af brystet er en realitet for rigtig mange. Det er ikke nogen perifer sygdom, der rammer en lille del af befolkningen. Alligevel ser man stort set aldrig kvinder med et bryst eller uden bryster. Jeg ved hvorfor og håber på, at vi kan… Continue reading Politiken kronik: Bliver jeg en freak?
Onwards and upwards towards new normals
Is amazing how we adapt. I guess it's one of the most prominent features of mankind; you except new realities in a heartbeat. This is how we have colonized almost all parts of the earth, spanning from the hottest of deserts to the snow covered freezing arctic. I'm in neither environment, but nontheless this transformation… Continue reading Onwards and upwards towards new normals
Why would we ever want to call our bodies flawed? Why are our bodies policed and not under our own control? Why would we need to hide our bodies? Both having your breast removed and having a breast or nipple get problematised, in different settings, and both issues becomes accentuated in my position. Every time… Continue reading Fucking flawless
Do I look weird to you?
People can be so rude. I never cease to be amazed by this fact. They actually stand with open mouths and stare and turn their heads. Some people don't even conceal it; it's as if you don't exist to them. You're such a deviation that you're ripped of your humanity. You're not a person… Continue reading Do I look weird to you?
Bald and hairy legs. Not the definition of the perfect woman. More like a middle aged man. And nonetheless how I look now. Funny thing is that all this change in my appearance has only strengthened my self-esteem. It's as though all the things that could make me insecure before seems so tiny now, that… Continue reading Womanly wonder
The weight of cancer
I firmly believe that a part of the healing after a mastectomy, or any other body transforming surgery for that matter, is not only to get to accept your new body, but to have the right to love it. And even more importantly, to not be defined by this body alone. That requires confidence and… Continue reading The weight of cancer
Putting on one of my favourite tunes "Devils haircut" by Beck, we got into the mood. I have been really excited about going bald today. Don't think I would have done this without chemo, but now that it's happening it feels like it's the right thing to do. Making it a positive event all together… Continue reading Good hairday
We – the system
I'm turning the pages of the portfolio of the plastic surgeon. She's understandably proud of her work. "I'm sure I can get a very good result with you," she reassures me, while I'm looking at small breasts, medium breasts, large breasts. They're all fake, it's easy to see. It's undeniable good work, but the situation… Continue reading We – the system
When I got the news that I had to have my left breast removed I decided to make proper goodbye. Luckily I have amazing friends to help out so I managed to both make a plaster cast of my chest and a photoshoot to celebrate the era that was about to end. I was so… Continue reading Making memories