A paradigm shift is a major change in thinking.  It is not a small change; it is more of a complete turnabout. 

Yesterday, I looked at myself topless and cried because all I could think about was the feminine beauty that I will be losing.  Yesterday I loved my breasts.

Today my paradigm is shifting and my breast feels like a ticking time bomb.  It looks perfectly harmless but the appearance is a lie.  The truth is that it’s not all that beautiful.  It’s cancerous and deadly.  Somewhere in the quiet, my survival instinct has overpowered my desire to be beautiful.  And for a girl who spent most of her life wishing herself dead, that is so much more beautiful and feminine than a pair of “killer” boobs.