A few months after my aesthetic flat closure, I’m adjusting to a new silhouette, rediscovering my closet, and enjoying the very underrated luxury of never wearing a bra again.

Nearly five years ago, I chose reconstruction after breast cancer. Last week, I chose to undo it. The older I get, the more grace I have for the woman I was then and the woman I am now.

What happens when a “successful” breast reconstruction doesn’t feel like home—and the system makes it nearly impossible to choose something else?

Celebrating her heart, her life, and the endless love that carries forward.

I still can’t explain how I knew, but I did. Something in me told me it was time to go to her. I’m so grateful I listened. It became one of the most important and heartbreaking moments of my life.

I don’t know what’s worse: finding out you have cancer, or finding out about it in an email. The story of my breast cancer diagnosis, the email that changed everything, and what came next.

Time feels fragile, stretched between what is and what’s coming. What once felt complicated now seems surprisingly simple.

Usually, these things throw me for a loop. But this time, I was ready.

Living with the cost of prevention, navigating the challenges, and reclaiming what I can control.

Losing your dog is a heartbreak like no other. Maddie was my entire world, my constant, my home.

And out of the blue, Bluey appeared, and the way he and Maddie clicked made my heart full.

A look back on the past four months and the whirlwind that followed my cancer diagnosis.