I’m part of the “Of Scars” project… this link is to the sneak peak with my photo, if you want to look…
As many of you know, I’m not all about the pink ribbons… cripes, it takes months for the stock of cat food, paper towels, diet coke and all the other stuff that carries pink ribbons on the packaging to go away… It’s kind of icky for me to think about.
Yes, I had (technically, have, but not active.. yadda, yadda, yadda) breast cancer. Yes I appreciate all the folks who are supportive. Yes, for sure, I’m glad I don’t live in a time when breast cancer was something shameful… yep, I get that.
What I also get is that I can, in my own way, do something to help other women facing breast cancer. The “Of Scars” project is part of that. I do it by being open about my experience. By telling people that I only have one boob attached… by talking about chemo, the good and the bad… and by talking about how having cancer changed my outlook and life goals.
“Of Scars” is a photography project that intrigued me when I first heard about it. This will be the third event — so, the first one was about a year after I really noticed that October was pink ribbon hell. I was sick of the whole thing and dreading the month all together. If I could have run away to the north woods until November 1, I would have.
Along came my first contact with “Of Scars” — a project celebrating the women who have the scars — the whole women who live, love, laugh, cry, raise kids, get married and divorced, along with the rest of us. I was one of them at that point. I got it — I’m more than my scar. My scar is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s like a tattoo to commemorate a part of my life. I knew then that I wanted to be involved… but, for some reason I couldn’t make it to the event.
I eventually became facebook friends with Kate and Eli via the “Of Scars” facebook page — so I saw their call for models after the second event… and I was all over that. This year, I’m part of the event..
The cool thing about the event is that the images are only displayed for one evening — and the women in the images are at the event. So, you look at the images then you see the real, live, women laughing and enjoying life… because, that’s what we do, we enjoy life.
I can’t think of a better way to set my perspective straight about pink ribbon hell… This year I’ll try to see every gross commercialization of a scary time in my life as representing a woman or her loved ones who have joined the pink ribbon sorority…
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