I don’t like selfies – the self-absorption and self-obsession and megalomania behind them – and I don’t like photos of myself. Also, if people knew how stupid they look while making selfies, they would not be making them. But in this case, I thought one was justified.

I had been to Hempel’s In Petto in Steglitz (“Fachgeschäft für Brustprothetik”) to pick up my sickness-insurance-sponsored foobs, as we say in our circles (yes, despite thinking it is a bad signal to send, that we don’t need fake boobs to feel like real women, and all that, and that you can find clothes that one way or another camouflage the “beyond-flat” concavities a bit). My excuse for getting them anyway: There are days where I just want to go out in the world and look “normal” and not make statements all the time – at least not about breast cancer and mastectomies. Besides, some clothes simply “hang” better with a bit of a bulge.

I then went clothes shopping, and soon came across the sweater in the photo. It is difficult to see, but the word on it is “Illusion”, so I had to have it. A sweater with the word “Illusion” smeared across the chest sporting the new foobs is a fitting tribute to my spinelessness 😊.

PS: I have only worn them once, am not really planning on wearing them a lot at all, and certainly did not bother to bring them along to my temporary residence in Köpenick. I am even avoiding – and have instead thrown out some – the clothes in question which I feel show off the concavities too much. Breast prosthesis, and the type of bra they require, are just too bothersome, time consuming and uncomfortable.