The mirror I face in the hospital bathroom is a metre high but only 6 inches wide. I lift my sequined T shirt for a cartoon-framed snap shot. They make even, clean lines these drastic cuts acoss my body so neatly sewed tight. Two 18DD cups lost at once leave a gaping space criss-crossed with blanket stitch and memories. I see my red-dyed hair cropped short, flat chest, cheeky face, mischievous mind. Ah, I am Ginger Meggs!
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