In another life, I think I must be a nudist.
I don’t particularly care to see anyone else wandering around in their flabby skin, but my flabby skin? LOVE IT. I’ve curbed my tendencies since children have come into our home, but maybe this nudist thing has something to do with why I love nursing my babies so much. My way to break free? Let loose? Hang ten?
But talking about nursing, and let’s be honest here, there’s really just plenty to love about it, isn’t there? I love the private quiet nursing time, when the world seems to stop and I am swallowed by calm and suckling. I love the noisy, carry the baby around nursing while making spaghetti and correcting math homework, where I feel like superwoman for nourishing my baby while simultaneously being a wizard of fifth grade math (and cooking noddles, don’t forget). I love that when I’m done nursing, my breasts shrink and shrivel up and get ever and ever smaller with each baby (size B, here I come!).
Kylie Turley’s essay on nursing left me in stitches. I’ve always considered these annoying big lugs on my chest such a bother (I’ve named them George and Martha. Don’t ask.) But when I’m nursing, I feel so useful! I feel like my body has actually come through for me! Way to go breasts!
But Kylie brings up a really valid point — what’s the deal with public breastfeeding controversy? (and please say controversy like the guy on the news would say it — deep, husky, almost throaty voice, trying to make something into more than it is).
Women’s breasts are all over popular media. For goodness sake, have you been to Vegas in the last 15 years? Or even come visit my street, where there’s the lady who likes to weed her garden wearing camisoles and going commando. Boy, all those poor Mormon boys on our street can hardly catch their breath for getting by her.
So what’s the big deal with actually using George and Martha? Does making them useful somehow diminish their ogling allure? Is it some right-wing plot? Is it a left-wing scheme?
All I know for sure is this: Breastfeeding was good for my babies, and it was good for me.
So, I say, Ladies — bare ’em.
Or not. What do you think?