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Three breasts, all gone.
The first. 1943-2008. My mother's. 'It's nothing compared to a liver transplant, pet.'
The second. 1968-2014. Mine. Gut-wrenching fear. No autonomy, no control.
The third. 1968-2016. Gone at my insistence. Red and glowing, strength and wisdom.
A reclaiming of my body, our bodies.



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