Glynis Ann Ritchie has a touching essay in The New York Times’ style section about how she, a starry-eyed American Jewish girl, fell for a hunky Israeli soldier on a Birthright Israel trip. Though the Israeli turns out to be part of the parade of callous men that Ritchie says “opened up my chest, scooped out the contents and tossed them into the trash,” he does leave her with something positive and long-lasting: a healthy self-image.
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I was sympathetic to the author’s fear of illness, and that of her mother, but otherwise didn’t understand what she thinks happened “to her.” She bedded a guy after a couple of days, and then hung onto some pillow talk about staying together. She says young woman are supposed to feel beautiful, but that’s a pretty superficial view of life. Guess what, healthy self-esteem doesn’t come from validation for new boobs, but from good works, belief in yourself, etc. It actually sounds like the author had some of those internal good qualities, but instead focused on the external.
I loved your story. Although I, thankfully, don’t suffer from breast cancer, I can understand from where you come. The offer of romance when you are feeling so vulnerable and the offer of a fantasy knight in shining armour is the dream all young women have, especially when the knight wears a uniform and has been to battle. You go girl. Go forth and live your life and your dreams.
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