So you have just written a book … What's it’s
all about?
To quote Dr Suess - "there's noone youer than you." I
celebrate uniqueness and am quite proud of the fact I haven’t ever fitted into
society’s ‘normal’ mould.
But what has this got to do with my book, What Happens When
They Don’t Grow Back, you ask? Have you ever had the thought or has someone
said to you, they need to "find themselves" after a life altering
event? For us Gen Xers, this used to involve popping off to India or Tibet, like
we've been cloned and somehow our other self ended up on a continent miles away.
What if I was to say, your life altering event wasn't about
finding yourself, but rather the cue to remind yourself exactly who you are,
instead of conforming to some version of normal you’re told you should be? Too
cerebral? Luckily, my book is the quirky, chatty somewhat simple view of
exactly this concept.
To quote Black Adder, I used to have enormous breasty dumplings.
Then they decided to try and shuffle me off this mortal coil and I subsequently
had a bilateral mastectomy as treatment for breast cancer.
What Happens When They Don’t Grow Back is about my life
altering event and is an insight into how and why I went against society's need
for normal and the perception that women need breasts to be accepted and
numerous other aha moments along the way.
And as I do in almost every situation, I decided to elegantly
rebel and chose to stay flat – meaning no prosthesis, no reconstruction, and
very concave ribs. If you were standing in front of me right now, I can all but
guarantee your inner voice would be saying “I didn’t realise she doesn’t have
breasts!” My book also covers how I achieve this illusion and trickery.
Bottomline – my book is filled to the brim with the science stuff,
the woo-woo and everything in between. I use the circumstances and events
surrounding my version of the breast cancer odyssey in the hope to assist
others discovering you don’t need to find yourself, just a reminder you are
enough as you are. Stylishly. Authentically. And for me - no boobs required.