This was the story I knew I wanted to tell.
It felt right the moment I put hands to laptop. And when the opportunity arrived for me to tell the story…well I knew it was meant to be.
From the hundreds of e-mails and comments I received when I initially wrote this post…I knew this was the story meant to be said out loud.
No matter how embarrassing. No matter how many times I had to say the word “breast”. And believe me, it’s a lot.
But after hearing from so many of you…the guilt, the shame, the heartbreak…all that needed a voice.
I couldn’t let my pride deter me.
I had an incredible opportunity and privilege to take the stage with 13 other brave souls.
Each willing to share a piece of their journey. To give a voice to all that is motherhood.
So…this is for you dear mothers, sisters, and friends…if you have ever felt betrayed by your body. If you have ever had your heart broken over what you could not give your child…you are not alone.
And in the end…there’s always hope…and celebration for all that motherhood is. Celebration in you.