Sunday Blues, Boobs, and Power

It was a cold, rainy Sunday morning in February. February 22nd, 2015 to be exact. 


I stood in front of my kitchen sink feeling the weight of the Sunday blues and the sorrow of the dark sky in my heart. My mind flashed back to a sunny day that past June when I was lunching under the blue sky with my fellow yoga teacher training sistas. Somehow as we consumed our tacos, we had gotten on the subject of self breast checks. 

“Ew!” I said. “I hate them. Of course, everyone has some lumps/bumps. I would rather not freak out about what is probably nothing. So, I just don’t do them. ” 

“Emily!” exclaimed my friend, Erica, “You know your body best.” I ignored her...or at least I thought I had.

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