I’m at the cancer center for another follow-up visit. I’ve been on FMLA/disability, reviving from a major cancer-related surgery. I say that to say this – my physical appearance is low priority right now because everything is hard, everything hurts, everything is the worst. I grabbed a sweatshirt from the laundry and threw it on without looking. Mirrors are for the healthy. I’m in the … Continue reading Classy, thy name is Stephanie