AUTHOR: Marty, a.k.a. canape
TITLE: Oh, Gawd. Bewbs again.
DATE: 3/10/2009 09:04:00 PM
For those of you who know me in real life, I hereby warn you that I am about to talk about my boobs. Again. You may click away now, or read at your own risk.
Catherine breastfed another woman's child this weekend. If you don't know the story and would like to, it can be found here. It's not directly related, but it's got me thinking.
I have two breasts. My momma has one. My friend has none. I still have two that I should be grateful for.
They are mine. I grew them. I have lived with them for almost 25 years now. For most of those years I hid them. I wore baggy shirts and sweaters that were too big. I was uncomfortable with the attention they garnered.
It was more attention than I ever received myself. In fact, this space is even overshadowed by them, with the most searched hits coming from "ginormous boobs" or some incarnation thereof.I suppose that is also because I continue to talk about them.
The first time my husband, then new boyfriend, saw them in just a camisole, he blurted, "My God! They're ginormous!" I quickly put the baggier shirt back on and slunk down in my seat. I wanted the focus to remain on me, not them. Betrayed by my breasts once again.
Only I wasn't. After the initial shock, he went right back to talking to me. My face, rather. He held my hand, put his arm around me, all without copping that oops-feel that even some of my friends' husbands have been guilty of copping. Later, I learned that Kevin's reaction to the girls and their girth was in fact just shock. He actually just considered it a big bonus and gave me reason to believe it too. And since my mother reads this blog, I will stop there.
After I became a mother, I expected to have an epiphany about my breasts. Learn the "real" purpose they serve. Open the heavens and sound the trumpets: breastfeeding. My boobies were created to be a food source to my babies. I would magically begin to respect them and they in turn would learn their place in this world. Which was about four inches lower than I had hoped for, but whatever.
The thing is, I don't think the heavens opened, and I don't think they were made just to feed babies.
You see, I have these hands. Two of them. They type, they play the piano, they change diapers, they bathe a child, they prepare meals, they clean this house. They do a multitude of things for every different part of my being. The writer, the musician, the mother, the wife, all use these hands.
It is the same with my breasts. They are functional; feeding my child. They are sexual; just ask my husband. They are decorative; clothes fit better with them than without them. They are all of these things to me.
The boobies belong to me. If I want to use them to feed my child, I can. If I want to use them to pump milk for another child, I can. If I want to use them to nurse another child, I can. If I want to use them to try and sell albums, I can. If I want to use them to reach orgasm, I can. If I want to use them to keep my toes warm, I can in another few years, I'm sure.
They belong to me. Yours belong to you. And no one. No one should be telling us what we should or shouldn't be doing with them.
Labels: Boobilicious, Breastfeeding, Nursing, Random Thoughts, Things I Should Keep to Myself
DATE:Tuesday, March 10, 2009 at 10:14:00 PM EDT
You know what? I've decided to stop blogging. I'm just going to link to your blog every time you post anew. Then I'll be all set b/c for some reason you keep publishing posts that are exactly things I've been thinking. How the hell do you do that?
I too was hoping for the breastfeeding boobie epiphany that never came. I've always been a hater of my boobs (they are the definition of ginormous) but I'm at least beginning to have days that we actually get along. Of course, my sexy red Bravissimo bra helps with this.
So, I guess what I'm trying to say is: You rock those boobs, girl and I will try to follow your lead.
AUTHOR: Two Lines On a Stick
DATE:Wednesday, March 11, 2009 at 1:13:00 AM EDT
I totally laughed out loud. I don't think your boobs will be down to your toes EVER. At least I hope not. In the most non-sexual way. Um, I'm stopping now...
DATE:Wednesday, March 11, 2009 at 8:44:00 AM EDT
And LOL about keeping your toes warm.
AUTHOR: No Minimom
DATE:Wednesday, March 11, 2009 at 8:44:00 AM EDT
I'll tell you the same thing I told my best friend in 7th grade who was already a C cup and was several cup sizes larger by the time we graduated high school: If you don't need all that, I'll gladly take some off your hands! ;-)
I wholeheartedly agree with this post. There is no way on the green green earth I would let a stranger nurse my baby, but I wouldn't feel weird at all doing that for someone else (maybe that's hypocritical, but there it is). Regardless of my personal views, it's not my place to say what someone else can do with their body!
DATE:Wednesday, March 11, 2009 at 10:32:00 AM EDT
AUTHOR: Convertible Girl
DATE:Wednesday, March 11, 2009 at 1:50:00 PM EDT
Wow. There is so much news out there that I would miss if it weren't for you.
As for the ginormous boobs, I'm with No Minimom -- now that I'm not nursing, I think I'm a whatever-comes-before-A-cup. So I say enjoy them, even if you have to hike them up a bit first!
DATE:Wednesday, March 11, 2009 at 8:04:00 PM EDT
DATE:Wednesday, March 11, 2009 at 9:12:00 PM EDT
I totally forgot what else I was going to say.
DATE:Wednesday, March 11, 2009 at 9:14:00 PM EDT
Love it! Love it! You can nurse my baby anytime you want - do you want the 2:30 am, 3:30 am, 4am, 4:45am, or 6 am? He calls them "muggles."
DATE:Friday, March 13, 2009 at 11:31:00 PM EDT
Very true words :)
And glad your toes will be warm ;)