Today, I had an awkward moment at the image center. Well, I had to do a mammogram due to the breast cancer history in my family. I am a younger growing lady. From the moment I walked into the waiting room, the eyes were on me. For a brief second, I thought there was a sign on my forehead saying “look at the foreign figure”. If I could read minds the things people were thinking would scare me. It’s amazing we all size up people mentally for a few seconds after we spotted them. This place was full of much older women and their companions waiting for their names to be called. When I look back at them the eyes turn away as if I didn’t just catch them staring at me.
You would’ve thought we passed the staring, but it seems there was another round waiting for me in the back. The nurse calls my last name and did a double look. Ok, this is awkward again, now she has joined the game. Now I’m in the pretty pink half robe and a different set of eyes were upon me. I asked is this ever going to stop? Yes, I look like a really young teenager, but little do they know my body is older than me.
