Those Ribbons
You are my sounding board – you are my confidante. You are the one that I talk to and share what
I am feeling. Yes, I am talking to you. There is nothing that I will not share with
you. Often I will verbalize the very
things that others are too afraid to say.
My world has become small and therefore I verbalize exactly what I am
feeling in that moment. Tomorrow I may
feel different, but today I have things that are pissing on my battery. It is about those Ribbons. I am entitled to wear an Orange Ribbon – and
that Pink Ribbon??? The one that everyone now sees as breast
cancer and that is worn by people who have breasts, be they reconstructed or
still as God gave them? What lies beyond
it is not all fluffy and cuddly and warm with comfort from all and flowers
galore. I look at pink ribbons now and I
just shake my head. What do these
Ribbons mean to others? Do we who have
the right to wear them because we are living with the disease get more
compassion? No. Do we benefit in any
way? No. Do others offer any help or
stop to talk? No. If ribbons were
badges then my chest would have quite a few.
Perhaps I should do that. Then
people would notice the ribbons and not my flat chest. And now I wait to see if I get to wear the
Emerald Green Ribbon too. Unlike the
soldiers who earn their ribbons and badges, we just go and get one for
ourselves. They are not conferred upon
us. But today, I salute all of you who
wear a ribbon of colour. You are also
brave, just in another way.
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