It is 10:30 p.m. and I have to get up at 4:30 a.m. Cannot sleep—I’m thinking about a very nice lady I met today. Her name is: Psalm 25:4-5 and she’s very soft spoken and sweet, but I felt she had a spirit of fear, uncertainty, and timidness. Not sure what is going on inside of her. My initial intent after introducing myself was to go ahead and start fitting her, however, I couldn’t because my spirit stopped me. I just couldn’t figure out what was going on. I just sat and started asking her questions. I found that she is on a lot of medication for PTSD, and she is extremely self-conscious about her body. She feels unworthy, has very low self-esteem, and is ashamed of her body. She doesn’t feel complete about her body and her looks. I then understood her much better now after talking to her.
I am now ready to fit her. I asked if she would take her blouse off so I can measure her and observe the missing breast for a proper fitting. She hesitated and stated she doesn’t like to undress in front of anyone including her doctor but she did. She looked so ashamed and I assured her it was okay. I notice she was wearing a very worn out bra and a non-silicone form that was too small and in bad condition. I showed her my chest wall because I also have a missing breast. I allowed her to used my breast form so she could see how it felt. She started opening up and sharing her story with me. I found out her mother had breast cancer. After learning that she had breast cancer, she had to have surgery with a trans flam, her husband decided to leave her. She thought when is enough, enough. She got mad at God for everything. I asked what changed her, she had started to look at life again and not be angry. She said something that was so profound to me at the same time (when I was going through this and said the same thing to myself), “I chose to live”.
She decided to read books of encouragement but not the bible. Funny thing is, everything she was reading, the books took her back to the bible. She realized God never left her. Nothing in her past will stop Jesus working through her. I asked how she felt with the silicone prosthetic against her chest. She smiled with a huge grin and stated it felt like it is a part of her. That statement warmed my heart.
It doesn’t matter whether or not you have a breast, what matters is how you feel and how you handle it. Our breast doesn’t define who we are as women, (even though we are designed to have breast). The only thing that matters, is how we look with our clothes on see ourselves in the mirror.
Remember ladies—we are beautiful inside and out!!!
2 Cor.3:18 "And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit."