My Breast Implants, Parenting and Me on RoleReboot


After your surgery, you shuffle along a hardwood floor at an angle, pulled down by your tightened skin. Pain sleeps under the influence of Hydrocodone and Valium. You move into a shaft of sunlight. The forest of your mind clears. You straighten as much as you can, feeling the heaviness of your breast implants pressing right where the weight should be. Your legs tremble but you remain upright, joyful tears traveling down your neck into your reestablished cleavage. When your mother asks why you are crying, you tell her, “My breasts.”

“Do they hurt?”

You choke on a sob, shake your head no. “The weight of them,” you say. “I missed it so much.”

She nods and holds you as you cry.

You know you would go through it all again just for that feeling.

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Shawna Ayoub

Shawna Ayoub is an essayist, fiction writer, poet and instructor with an MFA in creative writing from Indiana University. Some of her work has been published in The Manifest-Station, Role Reboot, [wherever], The Huffington Post, The Oxford Review and Exit 7. Her writing explores the intersections of race, place and survivorship. She writes with honesty about her own experience in order to transform pain.

5 Discussion to this post

  1. Hugs, this hurt me. I’m so sorry.

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  2. Elissaveta says:

    This so sad. But in a strange, therapeutic way, I’m glad you are writing about it.

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