I show my boobs a lot on this blog, and outside of this blog actually. I think they’re pretty fantastic. What I don’t think is fantastic is the big scar that runs between them. Sure it’s a scar that saved my life, one I’ve had for more than 40 years, but I still often feel self conscious about it. I know I shouldn’t, and unless I mention it most people don’t even notice it, but we are not always rational about such things are we? When someone is seeing it in person it’s usually because we are being intimate and having sex. I am pretty confident in that area and what my body looks like matters far less than how it works (which granted, isn’t all that great these days). Showing it online though, for anyone to see and criticize? That still often causes me to pause. I’ve done it. I’ve shared my fresh lumpectomy scars and being hooked upy to a heart monitor, and once upon a time I shared a pic of the scar front and center in full view. Even so, I still can’t be as blasé about it as I’d like. I am trying though. As I said a few weeks ago, I am learning to love my body as it is rather than how it used to be or how I wish it would look. Each day, each little step, helps.