Standing in front of the camera was never my favourite thing to do. I hated it when I was a kid and my mom wanted to take photos of me. I really hated getting school photos taken in high school. My wedding day was the first time I could face the camera without cringing inside.
Our family photo albums are plastered with photos of my kids and their dad.
Then I got breast cancer.
I bought myself an iPod to take photos of myself by myself. I didn't want someone telling me to smile because I sure didn't feel like smiling.
Many of the photos are still too intimate to share here with you. Photos of my chest bandaged days after the mastectomy. Photos of the fresh scar that travels from the centre of my chest across to my armpit. Those will have to wait a while longer for public viewing.
Below is a small sampling of self-portraits I've taken since May 2017.
|The day I had my hair cut in prep for it falling out.|
|The day my daughter shaved my head.|
|My first bald self-portrait.|
|Second bald self-portrait.|
|A few days later with my favourite hat.|
|Goofing around with hat options.|
|A few months later when my hair was growing back quickly and I was tired of it all.|
|I love this self-portrait. It's captured how I felt that day. I love how my eyes are looking up in hope while I was being swallowed alive by life after cancer.|