What does it take

A beautiful woman’s body is attacked by breast cancer. She and the doctors get the cancer out of her body and she regains her strength. I tell her she looks great, and she says she feels great. But then she says she needs to lose ten more pounds. I want to shake her: But you are alive! Is it not enough that after attack and then radiation your body is now dancing to the music and laying in the grass? If surviving cancer is not enough to quiet the incessant voice in a woman’s head that tells her that there is too much of her, is there any hope for me to quiet the voice in my head?