Mixed media, acrylic&mono, 9 by 12 inches.
I rarely think about my previous breasts. How should I call them now? My previous breasts, my original breasts, my own breasts, my God-given breasts? They're gone and hopefully the cancer with them. They felt strange and spongy from within during the months leading up to the diagnosis. Probably cystic tissue. The reconstruction gave me new breasts. I love them. They're beautiful. I see them as my breasts though they're not real breasts of course...I still don't have the areola tattoos. Maybe I won't get them. For now there's too much going on on them color-wise because of the scars. Tattooing now doesn't feel right, artistically ;-)