This vision came to me in a dream when I was at my sickest from chemo. I saw myself face to face with the word CANCER—it was taunting me, daring me to give up. I reared back, kicked the shit out of it, and watched it shatter into a million pieces. I woke up feeling victorious. That moment became a core memory for me.
"Cancer strips you down to your most vulnerable self. This image represents her—the feminine spirit with no defined face because she is all of us. Naked. Raw. Honest. She stands in her truth, embodying every woman who has faced breast cancer. The words surrounding her are the ones that carried me through my own journey—and the same words I heard echoed in the hearts of women I met along the way. If I felt them, I knew others did too. This is for every woman who has ever received a breast cancer diagnosis. We see you. We honor you. We are you." ~ Melanie Bledsoe, Founder
"This is one of my favorite quotes—the one I clung to during my divorce and again during breast cancer. It’s raw truth, whispered by the brilliant Elizabeth Gilbert. When I think of it, I see her—a woman who has survived the storm. Standing tall on a windswept hill, hair blowing, eyes steady, spirit unshaken. She’s weathered it all and still stands strong. Unwavering."
"I came up with this piece as a way to honor my mom, a 2x cancer survivor. Even though I could tell she was suffering immensely, she remained so strong throughout her journey both times. She's always felt like a warm, bright light of love to me, and that didn't change even when things were at their worst. Even though I was sad and worried the whole time, she remained reassuring and steady. She provided me with a super clear example of what it means to go through something excruciating, and to come out stronger on the other side. That light will stay with me forever. I hope this piece can help crystalize these feelings for others, too! "
"We went to Mexico for our 40th birthdays—me and my chosen sisters. I was just finishing treatment, hair starting to grow back, still carrying so much pain, loss, and anger. But that trip… it was soul medicine.
Just me and my besties, healing in the sun, celebrating being Cancer Free.
Forever grateful for them, and for that moment of light after so much darkness."
This image came to me as I was grieving the “pre-cancer me” and learning to accept, love, and understand the “post-cancer me” I carried so much anger, rage, and heartbreak over what had been taken—over how my body and my spirit had changed.
Then came this moment of clarity—the realization that She is still Me.
My former self is still here, holding hands with who I am today, whispering, It’s okay. You’re still her. You always have been."
"This is for every mom out there that has been diagnosed with cancer and is fighting for her babies. That visceral, raw, warrior energy that rises up from somewhere deep inside—it can’t be explained.
That’s the energy you carry with you into every treatment, every surgery, every moment that feels impossible.
I remember begging God and the Universe, over and over:
“Please don’t take me away from Logan. He needs me. I have to be here for him.”
That kind of love—fierce, primal, unstoppable—is what keeps us putting one foot in front of the other."
