by Ophira Eisenberg

I don’t look forward to October anymore because October is Breast Cancer Awareness month, and as someone who had it and went through surgery and treatments a couple of years ago, I’m just getting to the point where I can talk about it, maybe even deal with it. I have a hard time with the pink ribbons. When I was in the middle of the trauma, images of women bathed in pink holding up pink cosmos trivialized what I was going through and made me feel very alone. But I get it - I want there to be awareness, I want there to be cures and better treatments, I want everyone to survive – but for me, those pink ribbons were like wrapping sequins around a grotesque open wound.