22/01/2026
Some days, strength looks like showing up.
Other days, it looks like holding back tears in a room full of mirrors.
I move my body. I breathe. I push.
And then I see her —
the woman I used to be.
The softness.
The curves.
The breasts that once felt like part of my identity, my femininity, my wholeness.
Cancer didn’t just take tissue.
It took a version of me I still miss.
There are moments — quiet ones —
where I feel lost in my own skin.
Where grief sneaks in between reps and stretches.
Where I wonder if anyone else can see the absence… or if it’s only screaming inside me.
And still — I am here.
Breathing.
Moving.
Choosing life again and again.
Be Brave was never about pretending to be okay.
It was born in the space between loss and courage.
Between mourning who you were
and learning how to love who you are becoming.
If you’ve lost a part of your body, your identity, your certainty —
you are not broken.
You are not less.
You are not alone.
Some days bravery is loud.
Some days it’s just getting dressed and walking into the room.
Both count.
Always.
💛 If this resonates, reach out.
Be Brave is for the women still finding their way home to themselves.