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Why I Wore Lipstick
I look at my right breast for the last time ever.
It is the morning of my mastectomy surgery. The digital clock flips to 6:33 A.M. It is still dark outside but I am standing topless in a bright fluorescent-lit cubicle about to take off my jeans and un-derwear before I put on the surgical gown, hair net, and paper slip-pers the nurse has just handed to me.
As I unzip my jeans, I do notice that strangely, there is a little mirror hanging on the wall. Who could ever be vain now? I touch the mirror to make sure this is all really happening and notice