After my long journey through a breast cancer diagnosis, surgery, chemotherapy, radiation, and recovery, I thought I was done dealing with cancer for the most part. Here’s something that I didn’t expect (and that no one tells you about!!!) post-mastectomy: the fear and anxiety of clothes shopping and more specifically, dressing rooms. Uh huh. Please allow me to explain.
Last week when I was in New York, I had the opportunity to sneak away from work obligations and do a little shopping. When clothes shopping, there are often very strange circumstances when salespeople knock on – and then enter – a dressing room without expressed permission. I’ve never understood this.
How About Knocking First?
One of the Silver Linings of my reconstruction is that I don’t always have to wear a bra. Nope. My “girls” are perky and need no assistance in maintaining their shape.
So, not wearing a bra everyday means that when a salesperson knocks on – and then enters – the dressing room, I nearly have a panic attack…because I am naked from the waste up and my “lady lumps” are uncovered. I usually manage to do a duck-and-cover while simultaneously screeching, “I’m okaaaaaaaay. Pleaaaaaase close the door!” Cue the heart palpitations. Talk about serious – and I mean SERIOUS – anxiety.
In an instant, I feel as though I am transported back to that awful Junior High locker room – when everyone practically changed their clothes inside the locker to avoid being seen. As I was having heart palpitations, I asked myself:
“Why didn’t you just tell the saleswoman that you had breast cancer?” …because then she would never enter!
Well, because that would mean that I’d have to talk about it. And open up a whole can of worms. Or freak her out. Or…I don’t know what. All I wanted to do was try on some clothes in peace and quiet. Instead, I found myself completely verklempt and left the store without buying anything (which was a Silver Lining for my bank account!).
For future shopping excursions, here are a couple of solutions that I think will help:
1) On the days that I am going clothes shopping, I will wear a bra so that in the event that an extra intrusive salesperson comes in without permission, I am “covered” – literally and physically.
2) Before even going into a dressing room, I will say to each and every salesperson, “I’d really like some privacy while trying on these clothes.” I’m not going to “should” on myself by feeling like I need to talk with anyone about my situation.
Golly, FBC (f-bomb breast cancer for new readers) remnants are always seemingly right around the corner. When confronted with these remnants, I continue to remind myself that I have a choice about how to respond: from a place of fear (or sadness) or a place of Silver Linings. I continue to encourage myself to choose Silver Linings.
Have you ever had an embarrassing experience in the dressing room?