Let me tell you a thing or two about these breasts.
In January 2009, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. In February, I had a bilateral mastectomy. Five months later, I had reconstructive surgery. What you see here is pure unadulterated silicone.
I wasn’t one of those women who couldn’t look at myself after surgery. I didn’t feel maimed or less than whole. I simply felt like I didn’t have cancer anymore, and that felt pretty goddamned good.
Each breast has a diagonal scar and a reconstructed nipple. I am not, nor was I ever, self-conscious about the scars; I’ve been pleasantly surprised by how quickly they’re fading. The scar on the right breast is almost invisible now. The scar on the left breast is pale pink and a bit more noticeable.
When the scars heal a little more, I’ll have the nipples tattooed. Although this will be done by an aesthetician, I have visions of me in a reclining chair in a waterfront tattoo parlor, neon flashing, burly sailors breaking a sweat as they realize what I’m having tattooed. “Hey, sailor. Think you’re tough? I’m getting my nipples done.”
I doubt these breasts are capable of causing an earthquake anywhere near the magnitude of the quake caused by a cancer diagnosis, much less anything powerful enough to destroy a city.
But can they make the earth move?
I’d like to think so.