Ready.

Having breasts do not define my role as a woman, a mother, or a wife. They certainly were an important part of me being a mother and I'm fairly certain they played a decent role in attracting Jay, but boobs are just that.  They are an accessory. Today, I'm trading mine in.  The old ones were toxic. They threatened my womanhood, my ability to mother and to be a wife.

We are on our way to the hospital now. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I'm nervous but I'm ready. I'm ready to be tough, ready to battle, ready to take control of my genes.