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Over a year ago I had a bit of a breast cancer scare.   I went to the doctor and found all was well but was advised by my doctor that because of my family history I should probably go to the doctor yearly for an examination and mamogram.

A year came and went, and then came New Years and somehow I decided I was going to get my act together and not put off easy things like getting my mamogram.

So...I went to the doctor in Brussels.  Check for Sunny.

Since they were going to be checking me for breast cancer this required me to remove my top, no surprises here.  What I didn't anticipate was taking my shirt off, not having a drape or some hospitally-type shirt, and then having a ten minute conversation with a French speaking old man while I am ever so tactfully trying to keep my naked-ness covered as if it is casual.  How does one have a chill conversation whilst topless?

All of this has made me question how comfortable I am with being naked.  I also thought compared to my mother and the other folks from my native land I was pretty free spirited but I am not up to Euro standards being comfortable with the body. I may be pro breastfeeding in public but I am not up to a medical conversation topless.

I think part of the confidence Europeans have has to do with required changing for PE from 6 years old on.  You just have to get dressed in front of people, it is part of life here, and kids start swim lessons in school at 6 or earlier.

So...I guess I just need to get over it.  Oh, and men of America, once you leave our continent you may not have problems with topless conversations but you may in a speedo.  Buy one, get used it, and get over it because it is just the way of things here and really, no one cares but you.