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A wacky time

Once upon a time, in the wild and wacky world of my early twenties, I found myself facing a formidable opponent - cancer. Yep, you heard that right. At an age when most people are busy figuring out their career paths and perfecting their selfie game, I was thrown into a battle for my life.

But let me tell you, I didn't let cancer steal my sense of humor. Oh no, I fought back with laughter and a whole lot of sass. When the doctors told me I needed a double mastectomy, I couldn't help but crack a joke about finally getting the perk of never having to wear a bra again. Who needs those pesky undergarments anyway, am I right?

So there I was, a young adult with a chest that felt as numb as a frozen pizza. Sure, I may not have any feeling in that area anymore, but hey, at least I can't feel those pesky mosquito bites, right? Silver linings, my friends, silver linings.

But let me tell you, life after a double mastectomy is a whole new adventure. I've become a master at balancing things on my chest - cups, plates, you name it. It's like having my very own built-in shelf. Who needs a coffee table when you've got a chest that can hold your snacks?

And let's not forget the joy of shopping for new clothes. I've become a pro at finding tops that accentuate my fabulous personality rather than my lack of breasts. Who needs cleavage when you've got killer wit and a smile that can light up a room?

Sure, there are days when I miss the feeling of a warm hug against my chest or the sensation of a cool breeze on a hot summer day. But you know what? I've learned to embrace my new normal. I've learned that true beauty comes from within, and my scars are a testament to the strength and resilience that lies within me.

So here's to surviving cancer in my early twenties, to embracing the quirks and imperfections that make me who I am, and to never losing my sense of humor along the way. Life may have thrown me a curveball, but I'm swinging back with laughter, love, and a whole lot of chest-shelf jokes. Cheers to that!
I’m Malikah Coleman 💕 2x survivor 


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