Titty Talk Tuesday

Hi, friends. Welcome to Titty Talk Tuesday. No plans to make this a regular thing. Just whenever my annual mammogram falls on a Tuesday.

Women are badasses. Whenever I do hard things, I try to wear my “Phenomenal Woman” t-shirt (shout-out to Maya Angelou) to remind me of that.

My mom (75) is a breast cancer survivor. Before she was diagnosed a few years ago, I had already discovered a lump in my breast twice.

The first time (2017) I flew from Cambodia to Thailand with one of my kids because there were no mammogram machines in Cambodia. It was benign and eventually went away.

The second time (2021), my now-ex-husband had left a few months earlier, it was the middle of a pandemic, and I had to get a biopsy because the lump concerned them. It was also benign and went away.

I much prefer preventive mammograms (like the one today) to diagnostic mammograms. But not gonna lie, this one was unfreakingcomfortable.

Could have been because I started my period yesterday. No biggie, right? Except yes biggie because here are the dates of my last four periods: 12/24, 9/25, 11/25, 4/26.

To officially be in menopause you have to go ONE YEAR without a period. I made it NINE MONTHS in 2025 before I had to start over. Then I got back up to five months, and we start over again.

See, we’re badasses.

Also (and I’ll be writing about this more in depth) I’m reading through my old journals (I’m up to 2010 right now) and I can’t tell you how many times I talked about how fat I was and how I needed to be thinner. I had no idea I was so worried about this.

In 2010, twelve years and three babies after I got married, I wrote: “I weigh TEN POUNDS more than I did on my wedding day!” Good lord, child. Who the fuck cares?? Also: your husband weighed a hundred pounds more than he did on your wedding day but you were the one who needed to get her act together, according to your journal. (eyeroll)

Also: in 2026 you’re going to weigh TWENTY-SEVEN pounds more than you did on your wedding day and you’re actually going to love your body more than you did back then.

Yes, you have a peri-menopause pooch but you also love your boobs for the first time in your life. Turns out when you have a really small chest for decades, then gain some weight in your 40s, your boobs get fuller and perkier (WHO KNEW?).

And when you start lifting weights three times a week for the first time at age 49, then a year later your arms and legs are really strong.

ANYWAY. Enough about me and how much I love my aging, imperfect, womanly, beautiful body.

I hope you love your aging, imperfect, womanly, beautiful body too. And I hope you have the money (I have Obamacare until doofus takes it away) and make the time to take care of that beautiful body.

On my list still: dermatologist, shingles vaccine, a personal thing I’ve been putting off for a long time (I only share most things on the internet, not all).

Love you all.