The Mirror - First Look
When you finally see what survival looks like
Insights for Empowerment
There comes a moment when the bandages come off and you see your changed body for the first time.
For some women, it’s in the hospital. For others, it’s at home during a follow-up dressing change. For me, it was a quiet moment alone when I finally had the courage to look.
And what I saw was not what I expected.
Grief, Acceptance, and Courage All at Once
I stood in front of the mirror and stared at a body I didn’t fully recognize.
Scars where my breasts used to be. Reshaped tissue. A chest that looked different, felt different, was different.
I grieved the body I knew.
But I also saw something else. I saw survival. I saw strength. I saw a woman who chose life over fear.
The scars weren’t just reminders of what I lost. They were proof of what I survived.
Redefining Beauty and Wholeness
Society tells us that womanhood is tied to certain physical features. That femininity requires breasts. That beauty has a specific shape.
Cancer forced me to redefine all of that.
I had to learn that beauty isn’t about having a perfect body. It’s about having a courageous spirit.
I had to learn that wholeness isn’t about being unchanged. It’s about being unbroken in the ways that truly matter.
I had to learn that my worth was never in my physical form. It was always in my resilience, my faith, my love, my purpose.
Speaking Life Over My Reflection
I started speaking affirmations to myself every time I looked in the mirror:
“I am whole, even with my scars.” “I am strong, even in my healing.” “I am beautiful, not despite my journey, but because of it.”
These words became my armor. My way of reclaiming the body that cancer tried to take from me.
Conclusion
If you’re avoiding the mirror right now, I understand. Seeing your changed body is hard. It brings up grief, anger, sadness, and a thousand other emotions.
But when you’re ready, I want you to try something. Look at yourself and speak life. Speak truth. Speak beauty over what you see.
Because your scars are not failures. They’re victories. And the body that carried you through cancer deserves to be honored, not hidden.
Encouraging Nuggets
Scripture for Today: “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” – Psalm 139:14
Affirmation: I am whole, even with my scars. I am strong, even in my healing. I am beautiful because of my journey, not despite it.
Mirror Work Practice:
Start with small glances, don’t force yourself to stare
Speak one kind truth to yourself each time
Touch your scars gently, acknowledge them without shame
Remember: your body fought for you, honor it



Before my lumpectomy a childhood friend who is a nurse referred to breast as just a bunch of fat. Some may be offended by that statement but it was exactly what I needed to hear to be okay with having part of my breast removed. If I could do it all over I’d get a double mastectomy.