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Embracing my inner Carrie Bradshaw with Barbie. Boobs


Hey there, fabulous readers!

So, picture this: I'm 28 years old, living in the concrete jungle of New York City, and single. Oh, and did I mention that I have no breasts? Yep, you heard that right. Breast cancer decided to pay me a visit, and now I'm rocking what I like to call my "Barbie boobs." Life sure has a funny way of throwing curveballs at you, doesn't it?

When I was younger, I used to watch Sex and the City religiously. I idolized Carrie Bradshaw and her fabulous life in the Big Apple. I dreamed of strutting down the streets of Manhattan in designer shoes, sipping cosmos with my fabulous friends, and having a love life that was as exciting as the latest fashion trends.

But here I am, living my own version of Sex and the City, except with a twist. Instead of being a confident, fashion-forward woman with a killer wardrobe, I'm a breast cancer survivor with a unique sense of humor and a pair of Barbie boobs. Who would've thought?

Now, you might be wondering, how does one embrace their inner Carrie Bradshaw with Barbie boobs? Well, let me tell you, it's all about finding the humor in life's unexpected moments. Sure, I may not have the cleavage to rock those plunging necklines or fill out a lacy bra, but hey, at least I can wear any type of top without worrying about a wardrobe malfunction!

Dating in the city has its own set of challenges, especially when you're a single woman with a unique body shape. But you know what? I've learned that confidence is key. I may not have the "perfect" body, but I have a spirit that's unbreakable. And let me tell you, there's nothing more attractive than someone who embraces their quirks and loves themselves unconditionally.

As I navigate the dating scene, I've come to realize that the right person will see beyond my physical appearance and appreciate the strength and resilience that lies within. And if they can't handle my Barbie boobs, well, they're clearly not worth my time.

Life may not have turned out exactly as I imagined, but that doesn't mean it's any less fabulous. I may not have a closet full of designer shoes or a column in a newspaper, but I have something even more valuable: a unique perspective on life and a sense of humor that can conquer any obstacle.

So, here's to embracing our inner Carrie Bradshaws, regardless of our circumstances. Whether we're strutting down the streets of New York City with Barbie boobs or conquering the world in our own unique way, let's remember that life is too short to take ourselves too seriously.

Cheers to being fabulous, fierce, and unapologetically ourselves!

With love and laughter,

Emmie

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