Inspired by my newly svelte (aka boobless) body, and my friend Stimey’s commitment to losing her Junk Pyramid, the frenzy of cleaning out continued this weekend. All in all, I packed up 8 large bags of outgrown clothes (mine and the boys) and took them off to the donation center. I sent some favorite baby sleepers to Canape, and some unworn little pink and yellow things to Liz. I even let go of the exersaucer, the car seat, and a a baby gym, taking them over to Urban Mama this weekend. (Urban Mama, how are you? Is your family still a family of four, or are you five now? I’m on pins and needles, baby!)
My closet no longer looks like the sale rack at Kohl’s. Instead, it’s got a few nice pieces, 5 cute tops, 2 pair cords, 3 pair jeans, a beautiful silk business suit, and an assortment of cardigan or hoodie type sweaters. Oh, and the camisoles. Did I mention how much I love camisoles? I’d never been able to wear them before, and now I can wear them with abandon.
So I am.
They’re a little revealing (of what, I’m not sure), and I happen to love that right now. They’re well-fitted, covering the areas I have to lather with lotion 5 times a day to keep from burning, due to daily radiation. They fit easily under anything, and look cute peeking out.
But I don’t have to just tell you — I’ll show you!
Because yesterday morning, we were visited by a professional photographer and his assistant (Hi, Pete and Isaac!), who proceeded to take pictures of our family upstairs, downstairs, cooking lunch (ha!), blogging, and basically just doing what we normally do. They took hundreds of pictures. Hopefully several will be cute enough for publication. Because … get this … there’s a story coming out about IBC and me in a major magazine this spring. I can’t tell you anymore, because it’s embargoed, but I am SO excited and can’t wait to see it. I hope that it helps spread the message a little further and a little more powerfully.
And what’s the message? Know your body. Check it every month or so, and if anything is different on/in one breast, for example, run, don’t walk to the phone to call your OB and ask for an appointment.
Early detection is critical.
And so, sometimes, is that perfect little top that makes you feel like a million bucks.