Yesterday I asked Nekky what I should write about for today’s post. His carefully considered reply was “Your boobs.” Never one to shy away from a challenge, I picked up the gauntlet and ran with it, in slow motion bouncing everywhere Baywatch style. He was a bit incredulous, so perhaps this post will help him take a moment to think before he speaks next time.
I’ve never been particularly well endowed (at my leanest, I’m lucky to be an A), and without the help of my girlfriends at Victoria’s Secret, I really wouldn’t have had any cleavage to speak of, so my breasts were not really something I gave much thought to. I’ve always had other assets to work with, if you know what I mean.
I knew I was pregnant with the Noodle LONG before it was even time to do a pregnancy test because my breasts suddenly and inexplicably increased a whole cup size. This steady increase continued throughout pregnancy and then when my milk came in I was a generous C cup for the first time in my life.
I would be lying if I said that having bigger boobs isn’t awesome. I love the way they look, and I LOVE the way my clothes look with these new breasts, particularly the corsets I sometimes wear on stage. Summer dresses are luscious, and for the first time ever I know how it feels to have total strangers looking at my boobs. Once I realized that’s what was happening, I stopped checking to see if I’d spilled something down the front of my shirt. Objectification can be fun when it’s novel and new!
Of course I realize I’m objectifying myself here, but I also realize that these melons are on loan until Noodle and I are no longer breastfeeding. There was a time not long ago when I didn’t even think we would make it very far into our breastfeeding foray (check out that crazy story here.) and now we’ve become such pros that I’m feeding him anywhere and everywhere the mood strikes.
My love of these breasts I’m rocking isn’t strictly aesthetic. I feel a real sense of pride in my ability to tough it out and get mad resourceful to trouble-shoot my way through breast feeding hell. So many wonderful, amazing moms aren’t able to breastfeed, and I really, really wanted to enjoy this part of the baby-having experience. Now when Noodle can reach in and grab them on his own (as he demonstrated at the Jewish Community Centre Second Cup yesterday) I feel so grateful that we are able to experience breastfeeding together, and share it with so many amused on-lookers. Of course I’ll still feel awesome once I return to the land of A cup, or whatever the case may be after we’re done nursing. I’m not pinning my self worth on my breast size. Like all reasonable women, my self-worth lies entirely in my ability to get back into a small bag of pre-pregnancy clothing before the end of this season. Just kidding. Sort of.
All that said, you can bet your sweet asparagus that I’ll be wearing a lot of cleavage-baring sundresses and halter tops this summer. Noodle will likely be weaned by the next time summer rolls around so my loaner titties and I are going to make the most of the time we have.
What are your favourite features or body parts? I’m talking about your own bodies, of course.