A have a friend. Well, a few but today I’m going to write about just one of them. We became friends 4 years ago when we were working at the same place. I don’t know how it started, but somehow I began calling her ‘Lovely’ as a nickname. And she is lovely to the uummpphh degree.
Her Instagram stuff is pretty lovely too. I quite enjoy opening my feed and seeing a new post from her in there. She sees things in everyday life through her lenses that I don’t see myself. Until she points them out to me via her B&W photographs and their captions.
We’re as diverse as one of many coconuts hanging off a tree versus a single pea in a pod. She’s a gorgeous tall blonde, I’m a short salt’n’pepa. She is vivacious and energetic, I’m quiet and slothful. She’s the life of the party, I’m the planner and observer of the event. She’s a traveler, I’m a homebody. She loves the Toronto Blue Jays, all I know about baseball is what Abbott & Costello have to say about it. But we have a lot in common too. The kind of things that really matter in life, in friendship. If there is such a thing as past lives, then I think we must have been sisters in one of them.
And one thing we have in common is we both have a set of boobies. Hers are bigger so she doesn’t have to wear the big girl bras I do lucky her. But I’ve got one thing over her in regards to my set of coconuts – I’ve had pictures taken of them. The really cool kind that can’t be taken with a phone or a Kodak. The kind that see beyond the size and shape and get right inside them. The kind that goes where no man has ever gone with his eyes. The kind that can only be taken by stripping down naked and getting a mammogram done.
I love my friend Lovely.
Love her so much I’m on a mission to make sure she starts to get her mammos done too. It’s time and she’s had the req form to get it done for over a year now. I’ve teased her about that. I’ve begged and pleaded with her to get it done. I’ve spammed her with text messages. I’ve even tried to guilt trip her into it by using her love for her family, my mom’s breast cancer stories, and my own skin cancer saga as ‘motivational speeches’. But alas, she’s a tough one and doesn’t fall prey to my challenging her very often so it hasn’t worked.
HOWEVER … I have a blog and she doesn’t! So now I’m going to use this medium to try to convince her to get her mammogram done. Freedom of speech, gotta love it. How do you like me now Lovely? Yeah, I know, you still love me. Right back at ya darlin’.
But I’m not just going to use my own words to get my point across. I’m using hers too. I’ve gone into her Instagram feed and pulled a bunch of her own photos and put them into the gallery below. With her own words as the captions she used for them.
Lovely follows my blog so she’s going to see this. But she had fair warning. I texted her last week that I was about to book my next mammo, and gee, why doesn’t she book hers now too. And that I was going to post about it. Her reply: “ugh”. She got off lucky that I didn’t mention her in yesterday’s post about it. But today’s a new day.
So to my dear friend Lovely – and to all of the women and men out there who should be getting their mammograms done – please do it. SOON. Regular mammograms are the most reliable way to detect breast cancer, as well as diagnose, evaluate, and follow people who have/have had breast cancer.
One small step for you,
one giant leap for your lovely bunch of coconuts.
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts,
There they are, all standing in one row,
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
Give them a twist, a flick of the wrist,
That’s what the showman said.
“I’ve Got A Lovely Bunch Of Coconuts”, composed by Fred Heatherton
Gallery image sources: all from my friend Lovely’s Instagram account – iseeitblackandwhite. Used without her permission of course. But that’s okay. I think she’ll forgive me. This time at least.
Featured image source: another Instagram account, this one debbiebiron’s. And hey Lovely – her profile pic is the Jays logo – she loves ’em just like you! You might want to give her a follow.
In response to today’s Daily Prompt: Diverse