The End Of Breastfeeding (Featuring A Pair Of Great Tits)

A heavy frost had settled overnight. The sun crept over the cottage roof across the lane and the frost crept back towards the slates in the shade. I was wondering how the crooked aerial was still clinging on to the crooked chimney stack, as Little Juniper sat on my lap and watched the news channel. I croaked Mr. Juniper’s name, managed to say it with just enough volume for him to hear from the kitchen. He came through and I broke down. I had been saying for months that maybe the end of our breastfeeding journey was nigh. Staring out the window, I knew the day had come. Read More The End Of Breastfeeding (Featuring A Pair Of Great Tits)

“Study Says Big Boobs Give You Cancer!!” (Eh, Maybe Not)

A study was released last week that claims to have found a possible genetic link between breast cancer and larger bra sizes. While it hasn’t gotten much coverage, most of the headlines I’ve seen about it make it sound like a done deal: those of us with large breasts are more likely to develop breast cancer. But is this true, or simply pandering for pageviews by misrepresenting the findings of a study that wasn’t terribly rigorous in the first place?  Read More “Study Says Big Boobs Give You Cancer!!” (Eh, Maybe Not)

Insert Witty Title About Deformed Breasts Here

My worth isn’t defined by my breasts, it shouldn’t be defined by my breasts but in little ways, I do let my breasts define my worth. Breasts tend to be seen as a defining characteristic of what makes a woman a woman, so when breasts are deformed, it isn’t a very big leap to somehow feel … You know what? I don’t think it’s a big leap to see where that sentence was going. Read More Insert Witty Title About Deformed Breasts Here

Own It

In fifth grade, my best friend got a bra; I let my mom know that I definitely needed one more than my friend did, so we went shopping.  I got a Little Teen Miss white training bra with a pink bow, and I wore it and giggled when the boys tried to snap it.  In sixth grade, the novelty had worn off and I wore a bra only sometimes until another girl told me that I needed to wear one because I “jiggled.”  Read More Own It