How to double your dating
Despite all of this I am, admittedly and often against my better judgement, a hopeless romantic who would like to think that there is someone out there for everyone, even if I don’t fully believe it for myself on my most anxiety-riddled days.
So, maybe my mastectomy is actually a good litmus test to separate the “good guys” from the actual good guys.
Reconstructed boobs mean I will hopefully be able to go braless whenever I want, an option that hasn't been available to me since sometime around age twelve.
There’s a brave new world of wardrobe options, too.
For one thing, an implant that’s not cushioned by existing breast tissue will never be the same temperature as the rest of me: It will always be a little bit colder, and it will feel like an implant.
Knowing the genetic predispositions I’m up against means I can be proactive about my health in ways I wouldn’t have otherwise been able to.
And being incredibly fair-skinned means that I scar easily, so even with a top-notch plastic surgeon, I will probably always have visible physical reminders of my surgery every time I take my shirt off.
All of which is not to say that I don’t acknowledge that there may be some upsides.
If I'm not proactive about my health, my lifetime breast cancer risk has been estimated to be around 87 percent.
When people question whether my choice to have preventative surgery is extreme, I like to use the following analogy: You would never, get on a plane that had an 87% chance of crashing.