I have renewed reverence for my body now.
I can’t eat things that are not real. Like 7-11 food. I barely can eat meat, unless I am fairly sure it is “clean” (organic, no hormones, no pesticides). I look for the best vegetables and fruits. I can't even drink cheap wine.
I look at myself more gently, no longer criticizing, or trying to “correct” the flaws.
For the rest of my life I will have this “altered” chest. It is not beautiful like the perfect breasts of a young woman. But, for some reason, I feel a profound tenderness for it.