What Dressing Up As Dolly Parton Taught Me About Womanhood
One week before my double mastectomy, I stood in a friend’s living room wearing a platinum-blonde wig, fake eyelashes, a sequined mini skirt and two enormous pink balloons, which were masquerading as Dolly Parton’s breasts. There was something wonderfully absurd about it because in seven days, surgeons would remove the breasts I’d lived with for…