Being a three-time breast cancer survivor does not define me. I am a thriver, making steady progress as I rise and fall, and rise again. I’ve been tested more than once, and in more ways than one: physically, psychologically, and spiritually, each time rising from the ashes like a phoenix. Death I have seen and cheated, the life I have created, hearts I have mended, minds I have moulded, my strength I have succeeded; stronger than I understood I could possibly be. My body tried to fail me, but God walked before me, allowing just a taste of what was meant to groom me. I thank Him. I thank you who sees past the scars and recognize the exquisite canvas whose interpretation is left to those who are fortunate enough to view it, for your eyes will never be the same, and you will never look down on another woman again; but up! I am woman, hear me roar! Fear me, revere me, and know that you will love my soul before you even get to touch my skin.
I am Natalie Therese Wilson – lover, mother, servant, conqueror.
Natalie Wilson, March 2021